King Krule - The Dream

Stop makin' sense of things
I saw pylons stretch to the east
I wasn't sure at all why our love
Becomes sorrow when we're this free
Man, a firework of dogs to walk with me

Felt this warm
Marching forth
I felt their warmth
Marching forth
We could be

The dream
The dream
The dream
The dream
The dream
The dream

Written by:
Archie Marshall

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