Dreamland

Pulling down backstreets deep in your head

Slipping through dreamland like a tourist

Pulling down backstreets deep in your head

Slipping through dreamland like a tourist

That first friend you had, that worst thing you said

That perfect moment, that last tear you shed

All you've done in bed, all on memorex

All 'round 'round your head, all 'round 'round your head

Pulling down backstreets deep in your head

Slipping through dreamland like a tourist

Pulling down backstreets deep in your head

Slipping through dreamland like a tourist

You've had too much of the digital love

You want everything live, you want things you can touch

Make it feel like a movie you saw in your youth

Make it feel like that song that just unopened you

You were 10 years old holding hands in the classroom

He had a gun on the first day of highschool

You want something bizarre, old conceptual cars

You want girls dressed in drag, you want boys with guitars

Pulling down backstreets deep in your head

Slipping through dreamland like a tourist

Pulling down backstreets deep in your head

Slipping through dreamland like a tourist

You see Kodachrome, you see pink and gold

You see Mulholland glow, you see in airplane mode

All around your head, all around your head

All around your head, all around your head

You float in the pool where the soundtrack is Canned

You go ask your questions like, "What makes a man?"

Oh, it's 2020 so it's time to change that

So you go make an album and call it Dreamland