Hit Man Dreams - No Knife

In dreams I forget

That I cross to someplace

And shake off what I know

I breathe you in

(Oohh) They’re playing our song

These days I’m hard-pressed

In some personal things

To become the shape in your doorway

To bury you under the boards with the rest (rats?)

(Oohh) They’re playing our song

Run rabbit!

Run, run, Run rabbit run!

I keep missing you