I am a dream machine 
The things 
I see when 
I sleep You wouldn't believe 
I am a weird machine 
Which I'd rather be 
Than cold and unfeeling 
Than stone and freewheeling 
For no reason 
Why would 
I try then? 
I am a whisper at night 
When maybe 
I shouldn't so shy 
I am a smile when it feels right 
But mostly just pretty dry 
What would 
I be then and 
Why would 
I try?