Pennies are popping up in every room, every room of my house
My world's made up of concentric circles
They drop from my clothes, they slip straight out of my wallet
But what about the others
All the others

I feel the pressures of desperate dreams
How can I possibly fulfill my own
When I'm left here to collect the coins all alone
But I'll try, you know I'll try

People are popping up in every room, every room of my house
My world's made up of total strangers
Storytellers stay long enough to reveal their wishes
And then they put a penny in their place
And leave without a trace

I feel the pressures of desperate dreams
How can I possibly fulfill my own
When I'm left here to collect the coins all alone

Compressed hope in tiny circles
They silently wait for me
And I can't even try to ignore them
When they turn this beautiful sea green

I feel the pressures of desperate dreams
How can I possibly fulfill my own
When I'm left here to collect the coins all alone
You know I'll try, you know I'll try
I'll try




Lyrics submitted by Executrice

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