It only seems to happen At three or four AM Some blurry, half-formed picture Of some half-forgotten friend Becomes clear, but I can't hold it It happens in my dreams I can't remember what It was that meant so much Don't question speed of mutation Don't question speed of mutation Don't question speed of mutation 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 Don't question speed of mutation Don't question speed of mutation 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 girl?" 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 Don't question speed of mutation Don't question speed of mutation Don't question speed of mutation Mutation Mutation Mutation Mutation Mutation Mutation Mutation Mutation