The dustiest vinyl and a rimshot
The skinniest vocalist and a mic
Wireless headphones, the engineer’s in the bathroom
And we use most the floor for a table

Best friends with the two-headed horse
Grazing on a hill between shallow and steep
And all the voices cry “Andrew, Andrew”
I’m eight again, running home for dinner

We threw parties in India
I tried to grow a lion’s mane
Doing chin-ups to view all the artwork
16 panels in color, and the rest of the room was rocks and dead trees

Dreams havе power over me, powеr over you
These Dreams have power over me, power over you

We camp on mattresses, sprawled bedsheets
12 steps between me and my pals
Perpetually dusk in the field of sand
But I’m trying to get the lay of the land

Hit the red button for the red hot single
P5 meets Live and takes on the Jacksons
The co-producer dropped it too early, the afternoon
But the executive was still gung ho
Dreams have power over me, power over you
These Dreams have power over me, power over you