Minnesota

Warm yellow rays from the night stand
Laying on tapestries
Threw yourself and wanted a room, 107
Where we don’t see eye to eye
Hung on the stairs dream projector
Holograms from eye to eye
Pressing her face to the pillow
Woah, too late
Minnesota when I sober up
I’ve got a number and I’m calling it up
I was so caught up
Mountain lion swimming in my blood
Still we meet at the station what a pleasure
Flyers all in line, waiting on the meteorites like confetti
Treasures always treat you right
Minnesota when I sober up
I’ve got a number and I’m calling it up
I was so caught up
Young mountain lion swimming in my blood
We were so caught up
Minnesota