Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tell Him He's Dreaming, artist - Horrorshow.
Date of issue: 23.02.2017
Song language: English
Tell Him He's Dreaming |
See luckily, this never has to end |
Perpetual present tense, so in summary |
It’s Tokyo, Tuscany, wherever it’s summery, oh! |
That’s when my phone went off and burst my bubble (burst my bubble) |
Then I was right back in the rubble where the trouble be |
Syd city, sitting pretty, looking lovely (so lovely) |
Another rainy day at home with a cup of tea (that's Jasmine) |
Jotting scriptures, washing dishes, stacking cutlery |
Long division got me wishing for that currency |
Hoping Mr Murrihy can up the fee |
So that I can see these dreams come to be |
Just don’t tell him that he’s dreaming (tell him he’s dreaming) |
Tell him he’s dreaming (tell him, tell him he’s dreaming) |
Riding out the seasons, rhyming for a reason |
Finding something to believe in |
I saw you in my dreams last night |
You were in my, you were in my |
Or maybe it was in a past life |
You were in my, you were in my |
I saw you in my dreams last night |
You were in my, you were in my |
Or maybe it was in a past life |
You were in my, you were in my |
If it was up to me (was up to me) |
Then I’d be right, right, right where I’m meant to be (I'm meant to be) |
Chilling by your side, but time is never free (it's never free) |
And so I ride, ride, ride through all this ugly (this ugly) |
But I keep dreaming, dreaming, you know I got big plans |
Crystal pools and watermelon for my big fam |
Stars at night that last forever, check the wingspan |
But nothing promised, gotta get it, can I live, man? |
Can I live? |
I said Young Hitchcock |
Sunset and that ziplock, cloud porn in my brainbox |
I’m seeing shapes when I’m intox, up late till I drift off |
Tryna lift, lift, lift, lift, lift your spirit up when we kick off |
Kick goals like Cahill when the kid cross |
My brown skin home to imperfect, but I make it worth it |
I been down, been low, but Y.F.T.F.B been working |
Till I’m out here in Sydney, with the crowd singing with me |
Feel like a dream, won’t somebody just pinch me? |
Just don’t tell him that he’s dreaming (tell him he’s dreaming) |
Tell him he’s dreaming (tell him, tell him he’s dreaming) |
Riding out the seasons, rhyming for a reason |
Finding something to believe in |
'Cause looks can be deceiving (looks can be deceiving) |
So won’t you tell him that he’s dreaming (tell him, tell him he’s dreaming) |
Aw yeah, wide asleep, not a peep |
Ain’t no telling where you’re finding me this evening |
I saw you in my dreams last night |
You were in my, you were in my |
Or maybe it was in a past life |
You were in my, you were in my |
I saw you in my dreams last night |
You were in my, you were in my |
Or maybe it was in a past life |
You were in my, you were in my |
At night when my head hits the pillow |
I find I go flying out the window |
To a place where it gets so deep |
Where your past and your fate both meet |
At night when my head hits the pillow |
I find I go flying out the window |
To a place where it gets so deep |
Where your past and your fate both meet |
At night when my head hits the pillow |
I find I go flying out the window |
To a place where it gets so deep |
Where your past and your fate both meet |
At night when my head hits the pillow |
I find I go flying out the window |
To a place where it gets so deep |
Where your past and… |