The Last Shadow Puppets - The Dream Synopsis

Well, we were kissin', 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
Wanna wake up to my dream report?

And the snow was fallin' thick and fast
We were bombin' 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

Written by:
Alexander David Turner

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find