I bought me an illusion and I put it on the wall I let it fill my head with dreams and I had to have them all But oh the taste is never so sweet as what you'd believe it is Well I guess it never is I's these prejudiced illusions...

Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in And carry you over to a new morning

Даже у горького привкуса детства — бывает сладкий воспоминания вкус!

Уберу твои руки, сладкие на вкус И холодные на ощупь.

Опустоши свой кошелек, чтобы наполнить голову, и она наполнит твой кошелек многократно.