If you sink in the bleach
And bleed from your nose
You'll see through the trees
If you run out to see
And pull out your teeth
You'll feel more complete
If we were lucid dreaming
I could see a bit more clear
And feel the thing in the air
It's not a bad thing
You're driving the car
That runs on relief
And I can't complain
You're the smoking gun
The violence in fun
A twister in spring
If we were lucid dreaming
I could see a bit more clear
And feel the thing in the air
Forget the house that's filled with feeling
Forget the times we stopped the screaming
It's all just bullshit in a notebook
That I don't wanna read again
If we were lucid dreaming
I wonder if I'd see you there
And feel the thing in the air