Hindered by sober restlessness Submitting to the amber crutch The theme in my aching prose The theme in my aching prose Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan Manhattan That pour of a bitter red being That escapes a thin frame A bitter red being The rebirth of mutual love The rebirth of mutual love The slipping on gloves to lay The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly The slipping on gloves to lay The slipping on gloves to lay The slipping on gloves to lay Slipping on gloves Slipping on gloves Gloves, gloves Slipping on gloves "I'm dying" "Is it blissful?" "It's like a dream" "I want to dream" "I'm dying" "Is it blissful?" "It's like a dream" "I want to dream" "I want to dream" "I want to dream" "I want to dream" With you

I built a dream house On a fault line With a swing set In the front yard Well, I tried I'm not an animal, I've got pride, oh And I've got some terrible peace of mind, ah I'm not a sentimental kind of type, oh But I felt it all when she cried, oh I said I don't care anymore, but Oh, it's weighing me down Oh, I'm closing the door, but What happened to the dream house? Dream house I don't even know anymore Oh, I thought we were falling Baby, we were all in Never thought we'd be revolving doors So I took some predictable chords, and And I wrote you a song Maybe we're doing some household chores, and And you whistle right along like Oh, I'm closing the door but What happened to the dream house? Dream house I don't even know anymore I thought we were falling Baby, we were all in Never thought we'd be revolving doors All this time, and I've got nothing to lose What happened to the dream house? The dream house I don't even know anymore (know anymore) What happened to the dream house? Dream house I don't even know anymore (know anymore) I thought we were falling Baby, we were all in Never thought we'd be revolving doors (revolving doors now) All this time, and I've got nothing to lose What happened to the dream house? The dream house I don't even know anymore (know anymore)