dream boy floats away from me, but not too far because we're too close to drift like wooden poles from either end of the earth. dream boy dream boy run me down in your car and i'll forever live under your wheels you wheels of joy and peaches. i like your peaches a lot. sometimes when its just me i start to think you're unreal and don't exist but then i remember all your butterfly kisses and sighs and i think that maybe in fact i'm the one who's a projection of your beautiful unconscious mind.