The Autumns — Deathly Little Dreams lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Deathly Little Dreams" by The Autumns.
Lyrics
Turning in his stead
trading less for poor
left your laughing spirit
lapping at the shore
Swim, I am not with you
cold and brackish brine
wistful as it swallows
you in its sweet time
Swear I’m only dreaming
deathly little dreams
when I see you sleeping
pale beneath the sea