These dreams are lucid baby 
They hurt in every joint and bone 
The scene shifts, we drift into colours 
I fold maps, just wishing to hold you close 

And the city is so asleep and the body is awake 
(...) 
(And it's all nice, begin clean nights - and shadows are away) 
Even black marks 

These dreams are lucid baby [bad word] home now, just let down your shoulders 
You know there's nothing to it 
Just two marks in the [bad word] of our hands 

I've never seen such beauty 
It's there in pain, in agony 
There is just you believe me 
You blew my lines and wires alive