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?
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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