it only seems to happen at three or four a.m.   some blurry half formed picture of some half forgotten friend becomes clear but i can't hold it   it happens in my dreams   i can't remember what it was that meant so much      don't question speed of mutation (x4)      even a rotten creep can have moments sweet and pure   i lay there something missing   what happened to that girl   is she okay or is she just a face in the crowd   why can't i think of what it was that mean so much      don't question speed of mutation (x4)      why do i wake up feeling that i've lost something big   why do i try to hold on to things that don't exist   i keep on asking myself what happened to that girl   they're moments that i make up   they're moments sweet and pure   don't ever try to find something you left behind   don't ever try to make a memory into something   don't ever fool yourself it always disappears   don't ever kid yourself   there's no girl of your dreams       don't question speed of mutation (x4)   mutation (x8)