Deafheaven — Dream House lyrics

Lyrics

Hindered by sober restlessness
Submitting to the amber crutch.
The theme in my aching prose.
Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan;
That pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame.
The rebirth of mutual love
The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly
«I'm dying.»
— «Is it blissful?»
«It's like a dream.»
— «I want to dream.»