Dreamers - Trust Fund

If I press my face up against the window of my room

I can see you walking almost to the edge of my road and outwards onto

But I rarely do

Baby, I rarely feel the need to

And in the post 'Super Sunday' gloom

Would I even cross the street to say «I love you»?

And you can’t believe it’s happening

Are you sad about me?

Are you sad about me?

Or are you sad about your own thing?

Are you sad about me?

Are you sad about me?

Or are you sad about your own thing?

A boy you thought forgotten who has said something weird

About your skin being old looking

In the drowsing house

Seems maybe late to be heading out

For a Tesco trip motivated by guilt

We can taste our tears in our cereal’s milk

And in the morning dew

Baby, we can walk like dreamers do

Skating through the 'free from' to 'whole foods'

Feeling confident enough to say we’d want to

Anzac biscuits, Lamingtons

Are you sad about me?

Are you sad about me?

Or are you sad about your own thing?

Are you sad about me?

Are you sad about me?

Or are you sad about your own thing?

A boy you thought forgotten who has said something weird

About your skin being old looking

Tonight, oh tonight

Has it been four years already?

Tonight, oh tonight

We’re waking up with the breaking light

Has it been four years already?