I'm pretty sure these are the lyrics to "Dreamhouse":
Hindered by sober restlessness. Submitting to the amber crutch.
The theme in my aching prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan; that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame.
The rebirth of mutual love.
The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly.
I'm pretty sure these are the lyrics to "Dreamhouse":
Hindered by sober restlessness. Submitting to the amber crutch. The theme in my aching prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan; that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love. The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly.
"I'm dying."