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