Lyrics

The story goes a little like a pack of cigarettes
and a little like a glass of chocolate milk
as the new day destroys the thoughts
that had crept up inside
I have nothing left to hide

Take my 45 cents and do with it what you like
before I quickly run away
and peacefully, completely lay you down
to the stillness of the night
I have nothing more to say

I am nothing but an untold dreamer
chasing the horizon through this aquarium view
like an ocean I find myself seeking your shores
only to find myself further from you
I am nothing but an untold dreamer
I am nothing but an untold dreamer

There is static on this line from me to you
as I ruefully steal a glance at her hand
reaching through the window to grasp the day
as twilight's brevity takes hold
you have for nothing more to stand

No one has described it better than Mr. Whittman
and his "soft voluptuous opiate shades"
this haze that surrounds me and you makes me
go elsewhere to grow old
I have for nothing more to play

I am nothing but an untold dreamer
chasing the horizon through this aquarium view
like an ocean I find myself seeking your shores
only to find myself further from you
I am nothing but an untold dreamer
I am nothing but an untold dreamer

The story goes a little like a pack of cigarettes