Laulunsanoja:
Kädet Puuskassa

What dreams cause me to abandon my pillow each night Push away each of them, in fact Since there always seem to be more than one Then wake to aching stiff

I can see my welcome is wearing thin There's much conjecture about the state we're in I'm not feeling good as gold, I'm feeling cheap as tin I think it

Words and music by Ani DiFranco What dreams cause me To abandon my pillow each night? Push away each of them, in fact Since there always seem to be