Текст Deafheaven – Dream House
Текст:
Hindered by sober restlessness. Submitting to the amber crutch. The theme in my aching prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan; that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love. The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly.
«I’m dying.»
— «Is it blissful?»
«It’s like a dream.»
— «I want to dream.»
