I'm ripe with the words
No matter how quiet they're heard
I'm cold to touch
I think I'm going break it
I've got this ghost
Who reeks of the whiskey soaked
I've got a bird who's calling me out
You are my favourite dream
The one with the barn house, the big dogs, the crop yard to ourselves
All to ourselves
All to ourselves
What could I say
If I can't make you listen
I've been a boy with a big mouth
My tongues tied with conviction
Don't put life into a song
You'll be a silly boy you've done something wrong
And haven't you heard that actions speak louder than words
You are my favourite dream
The one with the barn house, the big dogs, the crop yard to ourselves
You are my favourite dream
The one with the barn house, the big dogs, the crop yard to ourselves
You are my favourite dream
The one with the barn house, the big dogs, the crop yard to ourselves
All to ourselves
All to ourselves
Because you are my favourite dream
Because you are my favourite dream
Because you are my favourite dream
Because you are my favourite dream
My favourite dream
My favourite dream
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