I can float
Like devastation
I can vanish in the weeds
Leave the broad constellations
For the endless underseas
O-o-o-o-oh
O-o-o-o-oh
O-o-o-o-oh
O-o-o-o-oh
Roses in the graveyard, roses in the garden
Scattered in the black
Deleted scenes
I've been writing pages no one ever reads
O-o-o-o-oh, Pop dreams
O-o-o-o-oh
I've been writing pop dreams
O-o-o-o-oh
O-o-o-o-oh
I've been writing pop dreams
O-o-o-o-oh
I can speak to the silence
Play a singular refrain
And I pull back the curtain
But the view remains the same
O-o-o-o-oh
O-o-o-o-oh
O-o-o-o-oh
O-o-o-o-oh
Roses in the graveyard, roses in the garden
Scattered in the black
Deleted scenes
I've been writing pages no one ever reads
O-o-o-o-oh, Pop dreams
O-o-o-o-oh
I've been writing pop dreams
O-o-o-o-oh
O-o-o-o-oh
I've been writing pop dreams
O-o-o-o-oh, Pop dreams
O-o-o-o-oh
I've been writing pop dreams
O-o-o-o-oh, oh, oh
O-o-o-o-oh
I've been writing pop dreams
O-o-o-o-oh, oh, oh
