I had a dream of my own

Just walking out of my home 

And going I don't know where to sing beneath the stars.

And now the things I've done to forget you

Well it's not what I had planned

The sweetest thoughts get twisted in the strangeland.

Strangeland blind

You got no reason, you got no rhyme

You get no time to put things right, to put things right.

Strangeland-Keane.

I wake up, its a bad dream
no one on my side
I was fighting
but I just feel too tired to be fighting
guess I’m not the fighting kind

Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I’m a man, I was born to hate
and when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend.

Bad dream-Keane.

¿Cómo se puede ser honesto en un mundo deshonesto?