As I walk, as I smoke Crystals grow in my throat In my blood, in my brain Precious diamonds of pain I don't hold it, fight or pretend Let it take me again And if the truth is so lame I don't blame My imagination My imagination My imagination My imagination You're my hair, growing blue As I write this for you You're the leaves on the ground, quite evenings Sun going down Maybe I love you, but I'm tired if your selfish point of view And you're tasteless, too Shine, shine, shine sunrise On my morning sorrow Give me a last smile before I Forget you tomorrow Forget you tomorrow Forget you tomorrow Forget you tomorrow