歌词：Screeching Weasel. Television City Dreams. Spped of Mutation.

it only seems to happen at three or four a.m. some blurry half formed picture of some half forgotten friend becomes clear but i can't hold it ti happens in my dreams i can't remember what it was that meant so much don't question speed of mutation even a rotten creep can have moments sweet and pure i lay there something missing what happened to that girl is she okay or is she just a face in the crowd why can't i think of what it was that mean so much don't question speed of mutation why do i wake up feeling that i've lost something big why do i try to hold on to things that don't exist i keep on asking myself what happened to that hirl they're moments that i make up they're moments sweet and pure don't ever try to find something you left behind don't ever try to make a memory into something don't ever fool yourself it always disappears don't ever kid yourself there's no girl of your dreams don't question speed of mutation