Does she dream as she sleeps? Do the words mean anything? Does the broken promise linger? Taint the taste of everything. Does she wonder as she sleeps? Do the miles mean anything? Does the black and white shift slightly? Color my view of everything. All these questions. No answers. All this music, no dancers. Still we play on seeking something. Making do. What we’re going through, but getting nothing, oh getting NOTHING. Does she forget as she sleeps? Do the lyrics mean anything? Can the medley heal both time and space? Can it bring back my everything? All these questions, no answers. All this music, no dancers. Well, all this room, no one in it. All these hours, no minutes. But still we play on seeking something. Making do, what we’re going through but getting nothing. Oh getting nothing. As she sleeps.