This is the story of dismas and dawn
Two conceits to make the song more heartbreaking
Middle-west picaresque
They couldn’t find the fulfillment center
Dismas said: Girl, I'm gonna buy you everything like we’re in a rich man’s dream
They couldn’t find the fulfillment center
Damn this map, the roads look more like lines of zahn across a dead man’s heart
They couldn’t find the fulfillment center
Dawn she thinks: Well, I guess we’re deep in someone else’s dream - just keep driving till we stop
And I believe
As we’re lying in the car
And the frost crawls slowly over us
Let’s hold hands
Sharing heat
I believe
We can close our eyes
Escape the dream