Dream Weaver Lyrics

What moments have we left behind, scrubbed into this kitchen tile?

Feels like 4 a.m., or like hanging on to the end

Of a pendulum swinging on between brutalist buildings

and old South Lamar

Feels like 2010 or a tedious kick to the head

And I think I could do without the June, July heat, and the passing out

Same old thing again, the days like a bullet straight up

Into the air, an Icarus cycle, perhaps a dreamweaver

Could bring them back to me, the years I've lost in my head

And if I could make that all up to you, I'd tear out the floor like we've wanted to

Read the words beneath, our aimlessly shuffling feet

But oh, despite my surreal inventions, keep me a part of this madness

Not a kid again

Now I'm outside looking in:

Cedar's shading the backyard

Bulbs are blooming like they do

Blooming like they do

Blooming like they do

Oh blooming, blooming

Blooming like they do