text: Start making sense of things
  I saw pylons stretch to the east
  I wasnt sure at all why our love
  Becomes sorrow and withers free
  Ran a firework of dogs to walk with me
  Felt this warm
  Marching forth
  I felt their warmth
  Marching forth
  We could be
  The dream
  The dream
  The dream
  The dream
  The dream
  The dream