Tip toe though the bladed grass Cut your sole on sharpened glass Tie your hopes up in a bag Throw them to the hungry rats Crippled organs snaffle snouts All the dreams have petered out Pavements cold and it is home An old guitar that's lost its tone Hopes and dreams and monkey spleens And whatever makes you happy Love and light and all that's past Hopes and dreams always die last I hope your hopes are hopeful still I hope you have dreams to fulfil Dreams are dreams you can dream more They were lacklustre before