Never in my

Wildest Dreams

Once upon a time I had a favourite food

And every now and then a sour mood

I imagine, you probably have such things too

And I imagine, mine don’t matter much to you

Oh, what has come of my name, and what has come of my first word?

What has come of the last sound I ever heard?

What has come of my ma, my pa, my love and my child?

What has come of my home, and what has come of the wild?

 

Never in my wildest dreams

Did I think it’d ever go this far

That we wouldn’t just live under a star

No, I really was never told

That I was put here for the gods of the world

And never in my wildest dreams

Did I think I’d be put here for all to see

Sure, I’ll let you shine the light on me

After all, I guess it’s all that I still can be

Just some lonely, disfigured, nameless memory

 

I leave my memory to you.