The Dream Testo

Testo The Dream

Stop making sense of things
I saw pylons stretch
To the east
I wasn't sure at all why our love
Become so ruined with history
Ran a firework of dogs to walk with me
Felt this warm
Marching forth
Felt their warmth
Marching forth
We could be

The dream
The dream
The dream
The dream
The dream
The dream