Dreamland - Glass Animals

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head

Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head

Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

That first friend you had, that worst thing you said

That perfect moment, that last tear you shed

All you’ve done in bed, all on Memorex

All 'round-'round your head, all 'round-'round your head

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head

Slippin through dreamland like a tourist

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head

Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

You’ve had too much of the digital love

You want everything live, you want things you can touch

Make it feel like a movie you saw in your youth

Make it feel like that song that just unopened you

You were ten years old, holdin' hands in the classroom

He had a gun on the first day of high school

You want something bizarre, old conceptual cars

You want girls dressed in drag, you want boys with guitars