This wasteland as you can see
Was founded just for you and me.
Can’t you tell?
Over there! by that empty wishing well,
Is our dreams.
In endless quantities it seems.
Those things are all just laying about.
"What are they?"
Edges of broken dreams, and hopes
Pieces of unuseful ropes.
Puddles of tears shed
And rivers of blood, bled.
Clouds never leave,
And the rain seems to weave
Together this wasteland.
Like the hope that brought together the band
But the thunder
Is that tiny blunder,
That tore the dream, and broke
The heart of that poor little bloke.
This place, as I’ve explained
Is where all unhappiness has drained.
Broken dreams, shattered hopes and lost souls,
Haunt this place like trapped ghouls.