I have dreams about your old house And the trees lining the way Leaves move like underwater But I can't recall the street name But you there, sprawled out on the sidewalk With my hands tangled in your seaweed-hair Wind blowing currents all around us When you forgot how to swim I wrote you a tribute I wrote you one hundred songs Just like this one That you'll never hear Cause this is just a conversation with myself Still every night I dream I'm swimming through the air Every night I dream I'm tugging at your hair Every night I dream this never happened at all Every night I dream I'm swimming through the air Every night I dream I'm tugging at your hair Every night I dream this never happened at all