People. All us fucked-up people,

What are we gonna do

With ourselves

And our addictions

And our desire to kill each other?

And special things, your own dreams?



People. All us fucked-up people,

Can't we see behind the pain of losing?

I had a dream of love and colors,

And all the while it seemed real,

And in this dream, we were unique.

Couldn't it be? I wasn't cryin' Before he died,

He died so young

And I can't see you anymore,

'Cause there's no answers here,

There's no feeling.



People. All us fucked-up people,

Can't we see beyond the pain of losing one another?

I had this dream of trust and beauty,

And all the while, it seemed real,

And in this dream, we were not fighting.

Couldn't it be? You gave it up,

You lost your reason. You never saw

You are unique. You spread your wings

And cut 'em off. You're only hurting.



People, all our fucked-up smiles

We quit dreaming long ago and our

Distrust and our addictions and our desire

To kill each other makes all the sense in the world

You just fucked up for a moment. You're only hurting

That's just like me

That's just like me

That's just like me

I had this dream of love and colors.