If this is a dream, the details are great
I’m letting off steam, thinking of eight
I’m playing with fire, but not getting burned
I’ve got a flat tyre, the lessons I’ve learned

(But) How am I going to feed my little man?
How am I going to feed my little man?

Saw the blood, on the ground
Where there’s gold, you’ll be crowned

(But) how am I going to feed my little man?
How am I going to feed my little man?

I’m leaving early, to avoid the rush
Too much hurley burley, to much of a crush
Time is the space, between you and me
Remember my face, I’m thinking of three

How am I going to feed my little man?
How am I going to feed my little man?

I hear your voice on the phone
I think you feel so alone
When it’s over, when I’m gone
Keep on keep on holding on
I can’t hear you
I can’t hear you
And I wonder why

Saw the blood, on the ground
Where there’s gold, you’ll be crowned

(But) How am I going to feed my little man?
How am I going to feed my little man?

If this is a dream, the details are great
I’m letting off steam, thinking of eight
I’m playing with fire, but not getting burned
I’ve got a flat tyre, the lessons I’ve learned

How am I going to feed my little man?
How am I going to feed my little man?