I woke up from a purple dream The house was dark a lonely gleem Had flashed upon my waking eyes Such a sad device That I could not seem to make nice I'm still the same old boy you see A little more tough than I used to be But I'm still not good at goodbyes And I still keep putting out fires That come to be The charm of you has come to me And I'm a little more soft than I used to be But I still can take a surprise You've got the sweetest replies And I just keep killing the flies