Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through, dreaming like a tourist Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through, dreaming like a tourist That first frame you had, that first thing you said That perfect moment, that last tea That first frame you had, that first thing you said That perfect moment, that last tea You shed, all you done in bed All old memories, all around your head Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through, dreaming like a tourist Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through, dreaming like a tourist You've had too much of a 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, holding hands in the classroom He had a gun on the first day of high school You want something bizarre, on conceptual cars You want girls dressed in drag, you want boys with guitars Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through, dreaming like a tourist Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head Slipping through, dreaming like a tourist You'll see Kodachrome, you'll see pink and gold You'll see New Highland, you'll see an airplane move All around 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 Dreamland