Shutting my eyes,
Opening the doors to fantasy.
Oh, I’m wondering what in the hell...
The Jack and Jill,
The pastor will—
Will I see you?
Hoping this will be...
Down on the hill, yeah.
Down on the hill.
Down on the hill.

Shutting my eyes,
Opening the doors to fantasy.
Oh, I’m wondering—

Dreaming about you
Gives me a type
Of suffering.

Come on along
Into the rabbit hole.
All comes true—
What you fear the most.

Pause, don’t run—hey, hey, hey,
You’ll be oh, oh, oh alright.
Just a dream
That will blow away
Your little mind.
Yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

Jump down the well
To swell up
Up like a...

Balloon.

Dreaming about you
Gives me a type
Of suffering.
Of suffering.

Dreaming about you
Gives me a type
Of suffering.
Of suffering.

Let’s get up the sky,
Fly down low to high stakes,
Reaching for smoke to come down...
Then you realize
It’s gone.

Dreaming about you
Gives me a type
Of suffering.
Of suffering.

Dreaming about you
Gives me a type
Of suffering.
Of suffering.