Dream House Lyrics

Hindered by sober restlessness
Submitting to the amber crutch
The theme in my aching prose
The theme in my aching prose

Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan
Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan
Manhattan

That pour of a bitter red being
That escapes a thin frame
A bitter red being

The rebirth of mutual love
The rebirth of mutual love
The slipping on gloves to lay
The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly
The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly The slipping on gloves to lay
The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly
The slipping on gloves to lay

Slipping on gloves
Gloves, gloves
Slipping on gloves

"I'm dying."
- "Is it blissful?"
"It's like a dream."
- "I want to dream."

"I'm dying."
- "Is it blissful?"
"It's like a dream."
- "I want to dream."
- "I want to dream."
- "I want to dream."
- "I want to dream."

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