Dream House - Deafheaven

Hindered by sober restlessness

Submitting to the amber crutch

The theme in my aching prose

The theme in my aching prose

Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan

Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan

Manhattan

That pour of a bitter red being

That escapes a thin frame

A bitter red being

The rebirth of mutual love

The rebirth of mutual love

The slipping on gloves to lay

The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly

The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly

The slipping on gloves to lay

The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly

The slipping on gloves to lay

Slipping on gloves

Gloves, gloves

Slipping on gloves

«I'm dying.»

— «Is it blissful?»

«It's like a dream.»

— «I want to dream.»

«I'm dying.»

— «Is it blissful?»

«It's like a dream.»

— «I want to dream.»

— «I want to dream.»

— «I want to dream.»

— «I want to dream.»

With you