my mind is just a turn table dusty vinyl memories the record spins and keeps repeating all the things you said to me now i must agree my dreams are just a sweet illusion castles made of sliver sand the spider spins a web of safety round my corse and dirty hands now i m fast asleep there s nothing left for me to do but open up my eyes trouble haunts my future like a stranger in the night my hope is just a torn cable all my friends are enemies the world spins and keeps repeating all the worst of history now i must believe there s nothing left for me to do but open up my eyes trouble haunts my future like a preacher in the lie hum a sweet melody deep inside my memory end this everlasting dream