everybody loves the idea of me but i know what happens next everybody loves to bleed from me yeah, i know what happens next i have big dreams it seems they fill my pretty little head i have big lives to lead i better get on with it so if you're gonna hurt me, dear you better get on with it ----- everybody loves the idea of me but i know what happens next everybody loves to feed on me they prefer me fully dressed and i don't see the world like you (the) visions fill my waking life i don't see what's keeping you from the sharp edge of a knife and if you're gonna drop out, dear you better get on with it ----- and some would say i'm blessed though i've thoroughly regressed see, i used to suppress myself to find your holy ground turns out what's lost can not be found by those searching feverishly around it's a theoretical mess that i will not address ----- everybody loves the idea of me but i know what happens next everybody just can't swallow me yeah, you know what happens next i have big dreams it seems they fill my pretty little head if you can't see far as me i better get on with it and if you won't dream with me, dear you better get on with it ----- everybody loves the idea of me but that's their make believe everybody loves to set me free but i was once somebody's wife and i had these rainbow dreams of what true love was all about wanted to grow old with you guess i better get on with it so if you can't dream with me, dear why don't you just get on with it?