Curve Coast is Clear
Above my bed in this ugly room
[hangs] the whisper of the sandman
You could [be my father]
for the ... [shown]
It's just a little too late
it's never enough to swallow those pills
Now I'm sick and always will be
Take it, I don't want it
you can have what you like
Just don't try to [trick me deceive]
then turn out those [lies]
Dreams [many ...] ([be my father])
[Just] when you thought it was all right
Coast is clear