There's a hole inside my brain filled with Carolina pines
That ol' painful psychedelia always bristling in my mind
I got away for a while
I think it's kinda funny now I feel like your old man
He's running 'round the NASCAR racetrack screaming to an empty can
We get away for a while
For a while
Salt pooling on my fingertips
Speaking casual divine I see a light
But it's not real
No, it don't feel right
It don't feel right
My cup it overflows, I can't keep anything inside
I'd rather penetrate the Milky Way and start to lose my mind
I got away for a while
They're reaching for my body through the toxic lagoon
But I'd rather summon up a demon and try to fuck the moon
To get away for a while
For a while
Drеam dragon is longing
Longing to return and burn
Return and burn, return and burn
I'll rеturn
And burn
