Living in the dream

I am he, as you are he, as you are me and we are we dude

Riding on the wave man
If the sun don’t come man
You get a tan from the Belgian rain.

Liv’n in a dream girl,
wait’n at the window,
wearing a face like the Belgian rain

I’m writ’n a sermon,
no one will hear me
but no one comes near he

Why do we care, no one came, no none was saved