Bruises
I can't live inside of the dream
I can't live inside of the dream
I'm changing my mind next week
I'm changing my mind next week
Bruises up my arms and a strange look
Who the hell am I
I want to tell you everything
I can't make up my mind
Never live inside of the dream
I'm living inside of the dream
And every things nothing I need
This I don't believe
Bells in Birmingham are ringing
Who the hell am I
I want to tell you everything
I can't make up my mind