Celebrate the passing drugs
Put them on the back seat while
They're coursing in your blood
Cause there are monsters oh
Walking down Argyle Street
Where the evening colors go (it's true)
I had a dream that you were leaving
It's hard to be a lover when the TV's on
And nothing is in your eyes
I had a dream that you were leaving
Where every atom falling in the universe
Is passing through our lives
Press yourself to me right now