My dream girl don't exist At the age of 5 she slit her wrist She didn't know that I'd be hanging around So her parents buried her in the ground And this day I can still hear the sound Of a life in outer space My dream girl don't exist Just you and I and this TV And this illness seems to feel so strange Like a henchmen that's about to hang The moon up like a ball and chain And set its sands ablaze And the wait is waiting on Build the world so real and strong My dream girl don't exist Just her photograph in a history book And I believe she had a voice and name Three children on the coast of Maine Their life was in a hurricane Of life and real embrace My dream girl don't exist At the age of 5 she slit her wrist She didn't know that I'd be hanging around So one day she took a stroll to town And walked in front of a Greyhound bound For New York central state And the wait is waiting on And the wait is waiting on Build the world so real and strong She goes and now she knows she'll never be afraid