The Cure Paroles

And a veil of pollution
Covering the sky

You look for signs that indicate the world is still okay
And now and then you’ll meet someone, who doesn’t look away

I’m dreaming on
‘cause life is so obscure
I’m dreaming of a remedy
Looking for the cure
I’m leaning on
The pictures in my mind
Where caring is a part
of the design

There’s a smell of desertion
Getting caught in your hair
In the last standing phone-booth
Waiting for repair
You just hope someone’s listening You look for signs that indicate the world is still okay
And now and then you’ll meet someone who doesn’t look away

I’m dreaming on…

Thinking hell, you light your fortysecond cigarette
Knowing it won’t do you any good
Flipping through the channels of your television-set
Where everybody looks like Hollywood

I’m dreaming on
‘cause life is so obscure
I’m dreaming of a remedy
Looking for the cure
I’m leaning on
The pictures in my head
Where people feel
What’s better left unsaid

And when it rains, the pope doesn’t get wet