The Dream

The Dream - King Krule

Lyrics by：Archy Marshall

Composed by：Archy Marshall

Stop making sense of things

I saw pylons stretch to the east

I wasn't sure at all why our love

Becomes sorrow and withers free

Ran a firework of dogs to walk with me

Felt this warm

Marching forth

I felt their warmth

Marching forth

We could be

The dream

The dream

The dream

The dream

The dream

The dream