| Song | My Recurring Dream |
| Artist | Cold mailman |
| Album | Heavy Hearts |
| Here it is, it's my final call | |
| I'm up against some kind of wall | |
| To come to terms with the fact that I'm just an animal | |
| You've captured me and confronted me | |
| Put me out of my misery, | |
| Tortured me til' I gladly agree on anything at all. | |
| My heart oh my heart oh my heart is bursting at the seams, | |
| from all of the beauty discarded in search for love supreme. | |
| And night after night realizing it's cursed | |
| to live by my recurring dream. | |
| A new dream rudely wakes me and begs me to hold on. Let go. | |
| I'm alive. [x6] | |
| Here I am, your own prison guard. | |
| The road ahead will be just as hard. | |
| And I am aware that you've already run a marathon. | |
| I bullied you and belittled you. | |
| And out of love I have hitherto | |
| held you under my thumb to discern whose side you're really on. | |
| My heart oh my heart oh my heart is bursting at the seams, | |
| from all of the beauty discarded in search for love supreme. | |
| And night after night realizing it's cursed | |
| to live by my recurring dream. | |
| A new dream rudely wakes me and begs me to hold on. Let go. | |
| I'm alive. [x11] | |
| Broken and burglarized. But you keep beating as long as you can. | |
| Drunk and de-virginized. You still have faith in a master plan. | |
| Trembling and traumatized. But you keep running as fast as you can. | |
| Vulgar and victimized. But you believe in a promised land. |
| Here it is, it' s my final call | |
| I' m up against some kind of wall | |
| To come to terms with the fact that I' m just an animal | |
| You' ve captured me and confronted me | |
| Put me out of my misery, | |
| Tortured me til' I gladly agree on anything at all. | |
| My heart oh my heart oh my heart is bursting at the seams, | |
| from all of the beauty discarded in search for love supreme. | |
| And night after night realizing it' s cursed | |
| to live by my recurring dream. | |
| A new dream rudely wakes me and begs me to hold on. Let go. | |
| I' m alive. x6 | |
| Here I am, your own prison guard. | |
| The road ahead will be just as hard. | |
| And I am aware that you' ve already run a marathon. | |
| I bullied you and belittled you. | |
| And out of love I have hitherto | |
| held you under my thumb to discern whose side you' re really on. | |
| My heart oh my heart oh my heart is bursting at the seams, | |
| from all of the beauty discarded in search for love supreme. | |
| And night after night realizing it' s cursed | |
| to live by my recurring dream. | |
| A new dream rudely wakes me and begs me to hold on. Let go. | |
| I' m alive. x11 | |
| Broken and burglarized. But you keep beating as long as you can. | |
| Drunk and devirginized. You still have faith in a master plan. | |
| Trembling and traumatized. But you keep running as fast as you can. | |
| Vulgar and victimized. But you believe in a promised land. |