The Dream Synopsis - the last shadow puppets
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
from 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