The Dream
Stop makin' sense of things
I saw pylons stretch to the east
I wasn't sure at all why our love
Becomes sorrow when we're this free
Man, a firework of dogs to walk with me
Felt this warm
Marching forth
I felt their warmth
Marching forth
We could be
The dream
The dream
The dream
The dream
The dream
The dream
Writer/s: Archie Marshall