If you sink in the bleach And bleed from your nose You'll see through the trees If you run out to see And pull out your teeth You'll feel more complete If we were lucid dreaming I could see a bit more clear And feel the thing in the air It's not a bad thing You're driving the car That runs on relief And I can't complain You're the smoking gun The violence in fun A twister in spring If we were lucid dreaming I could see a bit more clear And feel the thing in the air Forget the house that's filled with feeling Forget the times we stopped the screaming It's all just bullshit in a notebook That I don't wanna read again If we were lucid dreaming I wonder if I'd see you there And feel the thing in the air