Only - Tall Heights

If it was only in our heads, only in our dreams

Nothing we ever spoke of nothing evergreen

You know I dreamed we were hunted by lions thirsting for red

So we hid out in the brambles played like we were dead

Never terrified of what that might mean

Why is it clinging to life this longing that should now be dead?

Why do I need you feelin' your claws in my back?

I got a few ideas and an image of you in my bed

If it was only a mirage, a hopeless scene

Nothing close to water, nothing so serene

You know I dreamed we were walking a wire across a ravine

Locked in on each other then I hear you scream

But I never saw you open your mouth

Why is it clinging to life this longing that should now be dead?

Why do I need you feelin' your claws in my back?

I got a few ideas and an image of you in my bed

If it was only for the foolish decision to careen

Nothing that you walk from nothing so clean

You know I dreamed of the end of the world

That old nightmare routine

I found you in a closet with your mother’s old tureen

You said here’s one fear I had not confirmed

Why is it clinging to life this longing that should now be dead?

Why do I need you feelin' your claws in my back?

I got a few ideas and an image of you in my bed

I got two ideas and an image of your claws in my back