Bright Eyes - Hypnotist
I dreamt I was an astronautSafely orbiting the womb
I came across my wife and baby
Already clinging to this singularity
Dear wife, please forgive me
If I sometimes forget what
Blessings I should be rejoicing
The prophet is a shipwrecked son
Keeps waking up here
The kingdom still is a hoax
Gotta build your own, son
The prophet is a shipwrecked son
Keeps waking up here
The kingdom still is a hoax
You gotta build your own, son
I dreamt I was a firefighter
But the flames were never real
I dreamt I was an engineer
I designed it, dear
The world's perfect treadmill
I dreamt I was a hypnotist
A farmer and an architect
A poet and an acrobat
I dreamt the flames were real
The prophet is a shipwrecked son
Keeps waking up here
The kingdom still is a hoax
You gotta build your own, son
The prophet is a shipwrecked son
Keeps waking up here
The kingdom still is a hoax
You gotta build your own, son
I dreamt I was an astronaut
Written by:
Conor Oberst
Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics powered by Lyric Find
