The Smith Street Band - Don't Fuck with Our Dreams

Don't Fuck with Our Dreams

Living in living rooms and it's true
That I haven't gone to bed since the last time that I saw you
'Cause going to couch or going to floor
Well it doesn't quite provide the eight hours
That my body is screaming for

'Cause we've been driving around singing songs about
Driving around singing songs
And I don't wanna have fun with anyone but you
So take the Great Ocean Road at midnight
I'll get in at three and meet me in between
Where I am and where I wanna be

'Cause every night's a Sunday night and
Every day's a Monday morning
Everything ever happened the past month
And we didn't get a single warning
And everything that we believe about each other has been proven right it seems
And all we've got left is what the King said

Don't fuck with our dreams
Don't fuck with our dreams

I set to wandering like I always say I do
Walked the flat city streets looking for a sign of a past you
And knee deep in alcohol and borrowed souls
I skipped another sonnet to open myself up to the hope and road
And as the dry wheat fields fly by ready to burn
In the overtaking lane I take a second to learn
From the mangled advice I was given last night by the sweaty guys
With the glassy eyes

And every night's a Sunday night
And every day's a Monday morning
Everything ever happened the past month
And we didn't get a single warning
And everything that we believe about each other has been proven right it seems
And all we've got left is what the King said

Don't fuck with our dreams
Don't fuck with our dreams
Don't fuck with our dreams
Don't fuck with our dreams

I wanna leave something permanent on this stretch of road
Something that won't fly away like the dust and the exhaust smoke we breathe in
To strengthen the low
Like when you said
"If I'm gonna die, at least I died helping someone"
That's what you were thinking when you held together your arm
I can't take another late night phone call
From some other far from home hospital
I came so close to giving up
Why has my way of coping become a reason to spill blood?

But now isn't the time for backing down
Got our feet so firm on the ground
So call me what you will
I don't care
I know what happened I was there
We know what happened we were there

Yeah, call me what you will
I don't care
I know what happened I was there
We know what happened we were there
I know what happened I was there
We know what happened we were there
I know what happened I was there
We know what happened we were there

And every night's a Sunday night
Every day's a Monday morning
Everything ever happened the past month
And we didn't get a single warning
Everything that we believe about each other has been proven right it seems
And all we've got left is what the King said

Don't fuck with our dreams
Don't fuck with our dreams
Don't fuck with our dreams
Don't fuck with our... whoooah

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Writer(s): Michael Fitzgerald, William Wagner, Christopher Cowburn, Lee Hartney
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