The Dream Synopsis

Well we were kissing

It was secret

We'd had to sneak beyond the kitchen

Both well aware that there'd be trouble

If the manager should find us

You'd got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand

You can carry much more than I can

And a wicked gale came howling up through

Sheffield City Centre

There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum

Isn't it boring when I talk about my dreams

I'm in a building and I notice

That I'm surrounded by the ocean

I get a feeling I start running

Don't really know why I am running

I never really know why I am running

'til I get caught

Want to wake up to my dream report

And the snow was falling thick and fast

We were bombing down Los Feliz

It was You and Me and Miles Kane

And some kid I went to school with

Isn't it ugly when I talk about my

Visions of the past and possible future

Shoot through my mind and I can't let go

Inseparable opposing images

When can you come back again

And a wicked gale came howling up through

Sheffield City Centre

There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum

Isn't it boring when I talk about my dreams

It must be torture when I talk about my dreams