Kissing the cotton clouds
Arctic sheets and fields of wheat
I can’t [bad word] down
Your [bad word] head
Looking down on me above
Send me home like an elephant stone
To smash my dream of love
Dreaming till the sun goes down
And night turns into day
Rooms are empty i’ve got plenty
You could move in right away

It seems like there’s a hole
In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams

Down through the heavens

Choke on the cotton clouds
Arctic sheets and fields of wheat
I can’t [bad word] down
Your [bad word] head
Looking down on me above
Send me home like an elephant stone
To smash my dream of love

Did your bed and bookshelf go [bad [bad word] run away
These four walls saw the rise and fall
And your midnight getaway
Seems like there’s a hole
In my dreams
Or so it seems
Yet nothing means anything
Anymore