We can dream, we can dream, we can cause us a scene
We can call the cops and run through the park
But lord knows that ain’t a start for a night like tonight
Or we can hide, we can hide, we can keep it inside
We can cauterize the rims of our hearts
But lord knows that ain’t a start for night, it ain’t right
I found gold, just the foolish kind, and it’s mine
We can dream, we can dream, we can draw up a scene
Where we hang out on a roof in the dark
And pull all the lyrics apart on a night like tonight
Or we can hide, we can hide, we can keep it inside
We can cauterize the rims of our hearts
But lord knows that ain’t a start for night, it ain’t right
I found gold, just the foolish kind, and it’s mine
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