Testo The Cure

There's a hoax in the headlines
It's the word of the day
And a casualty on the subwayline
causing a delay
There's a tramp selling badges
Not a soul wants to buy
And a veil of pollution
Covering the sky
You look for signs that indicate the world is still okay
And now and then you'll meet someone, who doesn't look away

I'm dreaming on
‘cause life is so obscure
I'm dreaming of a remedy
Looking for the cure
I'm leaning on
The pictures in my mind
Where caring is a part
of the design

There's a smell of desertion
Getting caught in your hair In the last standing phone-booth
Waiting for repair
You just hope someone's listening
What you're trying to say
But there's a crackle on the telephone
Words just fade away

You look for signs that indicate the world is still okay
And now and then you'll meet someone who doesn't look away

I'm dreaming on…

Thinking hell, you light your fortysecond cigarette
Knowing it won't do you any good
Flipping through the channels of your television-set
Where everybody looks like Hollywood

I'm dreaming on
‘cause life is so obscure
I'm dreaming of a remedy
Looking for the cure
I'm leaning on
The pictures in my head
Where people feel
What's better left unsaid

And when it rains, the pope doesn't get wet