A Bad Dream

A Bad Dream
Why do I have to fly
Over every town up and down the line?
I´ll die in the clouds above
And you that I defend, I do not love

I wake up, it´s a bad dream
No one on my side
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
To be fighting
Guess I´m not the fighting kind
Where will I meet my fate?
Baby I´m a man, I was born to hate
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend
I wake up, it´s a bad dream
No one on my side
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
To be fighting
Guess I´m not the fighting kind
Wouldn´t mind it
If you were by my side
But you´re long gone
Yeah you´re long gone now
Where do we go?
I don´t even know
My strange old face
And I´m thinking about those days
And I´m thinking about those days
I wake up, it´s a bad dream
No one on my side
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
To be fighting
Guess I´m not the fighting kind
Wouldn´t mind it
If you were by my side
But you´re long gone
Yeah you´re long gone now
En 'A Bad Dream' de Keane, la sensación de desolación y desconexión se retrata bellamente a través de letras introspectivas. El cantante expresa su desesperanza al tener que enfrentar sus problemas solo, sintiéndose cansado de luchar...