Dream House

Hindered by the 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 that pour of a bitter red
being that escapes a thin frame
The rebirth of mutual love

The being that escapes frame
The rebirth of mutual love
The being that escapes frame
The rebirth of mutual love
The being that escapes thin frame
The rebirth of mutual love
The being that escapes thin frame
Mutual love

Slipping on gloves to lay tenderly
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