I dreamed I was a pigeon slipping through the heavens like a 747 everyone left down below locked in a house of my invention learning the don'ts of fire prevention if I roast marshmallows over their bodies do you think god will still find their souls? Just want to be like we used to under the influence just want to see like we used to under the influence I dreamed I was a white tip slipping through the Pacific my heart for a shipwreck and your legs left down below some things they come, all things they go and there ain't nothing like exploding if you've got something to explode