作词 : Dave Bayley

作曲 : Dave Bayley

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head

Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head

Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

That first friend you had, that worst thing you said

That perfect moment, that last tear you shed

All you've done in bed, all on Memorex

All 'round-'round your head, all 'round-'round your head

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head

Slippin through dreamland like a tourist

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head

Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

You've had too much of the digital love

You want everything live, you want things you can touch

Make it feel like a movie you saw in your youth

Make it feel like that song that just unopened you

You were ten years old, holdin' hands in the classroom

He had a gun on the first day of high school

You want something bizarre, old conceptual cars

You want girls dressed in drag, you want boys with guitars

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head

Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head

Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

You see Kodachrome, you see pink and gold

You see Mulholland glow, you see in airplane mode

All 'round-'round your head, all 'round-'round your head

All 'round-'round your head, all 'round-'round your head

You float in the pool where the soundtrack is canned

You go ask your questions like, "What makes a man?"

Oh, it's 2020, so it's time to change that

So you go make an album and call it Dreamland