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Fantasy // Single // Release April 8th, 2015

FANTASY

Your mind’s like a fog
A deep grumsy fog, where the starlight is hard to see
A bottomless hole where the thoughts never grow
Just the plants of your sweet, holy weed

Only bad days at your schedule
Only issues with the ground
Wrapped in blankets which are stolen
Oh, your scars are marks for life

There’s a dealer here in town
Who’s like an angel when you’re down
Tell me now what is your plan
Are you gonna leave all this behind

Your fa- fa- fa- fa- fantasy
Takes you higher
Your ho- ho- ho- ho- holy weed
Takes you higher

Walking down the pretty streets
People moving – you’re a disease
What’s the deal, it’s your relief
Spire rock in heavy seas

Oh, there’s a dealer here in town
Who’s like an angel when you’re down
Tell me now what is your plan
Are you gonna leave all this behind

Your fa- fa- fa- fa- fantasy
Takes you higher
Your ho- ho- ho- ho- holy weed
Takes you higher

Takes you higher
Takes you higher
Higher, higher

You take me higher
You take me higher
Higher