Burst into heaven. Kissing the cotton clouds. Arctic sheets and fields of wheat. I can’t stop coming down. Your shrunken head. Looking down on me above. Send me home like an elephant stone. To smash my dream of love. Dreaming till the sun goes down. And night turns into day. Rooms are empty I’ve got plenty. You could move in right away. It seems like there’s a hole. In my dreams. In my dreams. In my dreams. Down through the heavens. Choke on the cotton clouds. Arctic sheets and fields of wheat. I can’t stop coming down. Your shrunken head. Looking down on me above. Send me home like an elephant stone. To smash my dream of love. Did your bed and bookshelf go. And run run run away. These four walls saw the rise and fall. And your midnight getaway. Seems like there’s a hole. In my dreams. Or so it seems. Yet nothing means anything. Anymore