Dreamland - Glass Animals

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head

Slipping through dreamland like a tourist
Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head
Slipping through dreamland like a tourist

That first friend you had, that worst thing you said

That perfect moment, that last tear you shed
All you've done in bed, all on Memorex
All around your head, all around your head

Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head

Slippin through dreamland like a tourist
Pulling down backstreets, deep in your head
Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

You've had too much of the digital love

You want everything live, you want things you can touch
Make it feel like a movie you saw in your youth
Make it feel like that song that just unopened you
You were ten years old, holdin' hands in the classroom
He had a gun on the first day of high school
You want something bizarre, old conceptual cars
You want girls dressed in drag, you want boys with guitars

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head

Slipping through dreamland like a tourist
Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head
Slipping through dreamland like a tourist

You see in Kodachrome, you see pink and gold

You see Mulholland glow, you see in airplane mode
All around round your head, all around round your head
All around round your head, all around round your head

You float in the pool where the soundtrack is canned

You go ask your questions like, "What makes a man?"
Oh, it's 2020, so it's time to change that
So you go make an album and call it Dreamland