Alex Turner - The Dream Synopsis lyrics

Well we were kissing It was secret We'd had to sneak beyond the kitchen Both well aware that there'd be trouble If the manager should find us You'd got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand You can carry much more than I can And a wicked gale came howling up through Sheffield City Centre There was palm tree debris everywhere And a Roman Colosseum Isn't it boring when I talk about my dreams I'm in a building and I notice That I'm surrounded by the ocean I get a feeling, I start running Don't really know why I am running I never really know why I am running ‘til I get caught Want to wake up to my dream report? And the snow was falling thick and fast We were bombing down Los Feliz It was you and me and Miles Kane And some kid I went to school with Isn't it ugly when I talk about my… Visions of the past and possible future Shoot through my mind and I can't let go Inseparable opposing images When can you come back again? And a wicked gale came howling up through Sheffield City Centre There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum Isn't it boring when I talk about my dreams It must be torture when I talk about my dreams