Runners Dial Zero - - Beck

by the dried up stream

we slit our throats and dreamed

but when the building’s burned

was there some concerned

mother laid in bed

what was it she said?

gather all your worldly jewels

and scatter them like fools

don’t you make a fuss

days so perilous

when day is done we’ll ride

who cares what we find

another misspent night

we thought we got it right

the driver lost a wheel

the ice turned into steel

they shivered like refugees

way down on our knees

by the dried up stream

we slit our throats and dreamed

but when the building’s burned

was there some concerned

mother laid in bed

what was it she said?