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 and words that you said
That perfect moment, that last tear you shed
All you done in bed, All on Memorex
All around your head, all around 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 a digital love
You want everything live, you want things you can touch
Make it feel like like a movie you saw in your youth
Make it feel like that song that just unopened you
You were ten 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 no highland 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
