Pull the final splinters
Of missing picture winters
You have to give yourself a break

What's the fascination
With lovers at the station
You have to tear yourself away


Chorus
The dream again nobody understands

Walking through the long grass on your hands
It's not a job to do today
Sleep it off


Words to make her stay: you said
Leave me and the plants die

A panic smile across your face
Corrugated browline
The hissing bitter punchline

Call when you can tie your lace

You rule my world my brother

You rule my world compare