Deafheaven
Deafheaven - Dream House lyrics
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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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