The Biltmore

I still see you pretty often
Cause you live inside a dream
Of the Biltmore Hotel
Where I check in every week

And I chase you through the lobby
And past the garden gates
With echos of you laughin'
Coming from the balcony
But it's all a dream

So I slip myself a xan
And I lay around my bed
Until I feel again
I'm back asleep

I wake up back in Texas
Overused and reckless
With the sound of airplanes
Flying overhead
It feels just like being dead
Or stuck out in the west, without you

I've been teething at the vicious
And keeping all the distance
Cause I swear that I See Horror in the sky
Some childhood superstition
That paints these vivid visions
In the night

So I slip myself a xan
And I lay around my bed
Until I feel again
I'm back asleep

I still see you pretty often
Cause you live inside a dream
Of the Biltmore Hotel
Where I check in when I sleep

And I chase you through the lobby
And down the narrow stairs
When I get out to the garden
You've up and disappeared
Just like a dream

Just like a dream

Just like a dream

Just like a dream

Just like a dream

Just like a dream

Just like a dream

Just like a dream