Pulling down backstreets deep in your headSlipping through dreamland like a touristPulling down backstreets deep in your headSlipping through dreamland like a touristThat first friend you had that worst thing you saidThat perfect moment, that last tear you shedAll you've done in bed, all on memorexAll round round your head, all round round your headPulling down backstreets deep in your headSlipping through dreamland like a touristPulling down backstreets deep in your headSlipping through dreamland like a touristYou've had too much of the digital loveYou want everything live, you want things you can touchMake it feel like a movie you saw in your youthMake it feel like that song that just unopened youYou were 10 years old holding hands in the classroomHe had a gun on the first day of high schoolYou want something bizarre, old conceptual carsYou want girls dressed in drag, you want boys with guitarsPulling down backstreets deep in your headSlipping through dreamland like a touristPulling down backstreets deep in your headSlipping through dreamland like a touristYou see Kodachrome, you see pink and goldYou see mulholland glow, you see in airplane modeAll round round your head, all round round your headAll round round your head, all round round your headYou float in the pool where the soundtrack is cannedYou go ask your questions like what makes a manOh, it's 2020 so it's time to change thatSo you go make an album and call it 'Dreamland'