Lyrics: Luke Tennyson Pretty
Music: Luke Tennyson Pretty
In the blank stares and blind spots
I can imagine anything I want
Your love is a daydream
I keep falling but in the end it's not real
It's idea
It's not—
It's not—
You're a cold rush, my head spin
That old song from the basement
I want it all so badly
It's so easy to forget it's not real
It's idea
It's not real
It's idea
It's not real
It's idea
It's not—