- You always knew
But I, being poor, have only my dreams
I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
I assume you dream, Preston
I'll do what I can to see they go easy on you
We both know they don't, they never go easy
- Then I'm sorry
- No, you're not
You don't even know the meaning
It's just a vestigial word for a feeling you've never felt
Don't you see, Preston? It's gone
Everything that makes us what we are traded away
There's no war, no murder
What is it you think we do?
- No, you've been with me, you've seen how it can be
The jealousy, the rage, a heavy cost
I'd pay it gladly
Don't