Dante Mazzetti tom buchanan s playground

Last night I dreamed of you
Your arms were on a string, and your was small
Your words would tumble out, and when I spoke to you
You lost your balance
Don't sing to me
It's meaningless you know
And every day that passes by
The gold sun is turning green
And the shine once in your eyes has cracked and faded
Lost in rags, she turns to the neon finger pointing
To the barn
She is gone, she is drowning
Grasping for a limb, she is trying
But the struggle leaves her in
Down further down the water wears the features to their bone
All alone
Last night I dreamed of you