I dreamed I was a pigeon

Slipping through the heavens like a 747


Everyone left down below


Locked in a house of my invention




Learning the don'ts of fire prevention


If I roast marshmallows over their bodies

Do you think God will still find their souls?





Just want to be like we used to

Under the influence


Just want to see like we used to


Under the influence




I dreamed I was a white tip slipping through the Pacific


My heart for a shipwreck and your legs left down below

Some things they come, all things they go


And there ain't nothing like exploding


If you've got something to explode