Dream - These New Puritans

Travelling the speed that blood pumps

I feel your breath which carries my hope

In the way ships pass at night

Making the hands a world map

Every word announces storms

It’s like stepping from the door

There is no barrier and no wall

In the way ships pass at night

Endless looping chains of rooms

Go forever, hurry you’re…

Looping streetlights spell out words

I don’t want to say goodbye

But as I wake it begins to lose sense