Bring Me the Dream

A brand new persona, a brand new portfolio 
Grand view of Oprah in a coma 
A new world coming together 

Hand bag in hand 
City and her wet streets just like 
Glass sliding doors, metal maiden 
And all she has in store 

Bring me the dream 
Bring me the dear vision 
Bring me the dream 
Dice, roll em snake eyes with precision 
My sweet dead mama beside the moonlit stream 
She’s always ready to serve up dinner 
I see her, I swear I can, I reckon I finally understand 
Like I know I always could 

A stepping stone to guide me down 
Another stumbling block perhaps 
It’s only my woman coming softly into view
Expert builder of man-traps, of mishaps  

And another brand new persona 
Dear old me in a coma 
Because it’s the only way I could live in California 
Someone told me it didn’t have to be 

This is me crossing over a bridge 
Oprah and her fan club sail below beneath me 

Sing me the dream 
Bring me the perfect moonbeam 
Car dash lights in the dead of midnight 
Sing me the dream 
Russian roulette and the train hurling down the tracks 
Tell me is it ideal or is it an idea 
I’m not sure these days 

Bring me the dream 
Bring me the dream 
Lay it gently in my hands 

psychedelic dream pop with trip-hop elements, moody atmospheric electronica, slow-building verses into expansive chorus