I dreamed I was a pigeon
  slipping through the heavens like a 747
  everyone left down below
  locked in a house of my invention
  learning the don'ts of fire prevention
  if I roast marshmallows over their bodies
  do you think god will still find their souls?
    Just want to be like we used to
  under the influence
  just want to see like we used to
  under the influence
    I dreamed I was a white tip slipping through the Pacific
  my heart for a shipwreck and your legs left down below
  some things they come, all things they go
  and there ain't nothing like exploding
  if you've got something to explode