Dreaming Of

I thought I saw you, dancing with dirty feet
Broken records, slightly out of reach
Are you dreaming, are you dreaming
Of the spires, back then before there were
Crossed wires?
Are you longing, hands up in the air
Broken flowers twisting in your hair
Are you dreaming, dreaming of way back when
Before you crossed the line?

You cut and run

Empty rooms, dancing on your own
Broken flowers from a broken home
Are you dreaming, dreaming about the time
Way back when before you crossed the line?
Though I saw ya, dancing with tired feet
Longing hours, records on repeat
Are you dreaming, are you dreaming
Of the spires, back then before there were
Crossed wires?

You cut and run
When you see the trouble come
You cut and run
Once the damage has been done

Cause you're always crashing that same car
And the apple don't seem to fall too far
And there's always icebergs on the way
Of all the sorries you ought to say

You want to feel the way that you did back then
You want to push back the hands and start in again

But you cut and run
When you see the trouble come
You cut and run
Once the damage has been done

Cause you're always crashing the same car
And the apple don't seem to fall too far
And there's always icebergs on the way
Of all the sorry's you ought to say
So you don't come back around this town
Always causing trouble of just fooling around
Cause there's always something in the way
Of all the sorry's that you ought to say

Cause you're always crashing the same car
And the apple don't seem to fall too far
And there's always icebergs on the way
Of all the sorry's you ought to say
So you don't come back around this town
Always causing trouble of just fooling around
Cause there's always something in the way
Of all the sorry's that you ought to say

Cause you're always crashing the same car
And the apple don't seem to fall too far
And there's always icebergs on the way
Of all the sorry's you ought to say
So you don't come back around this town
Always causing trouble of just fooling around
Cause there's always something in the way
Of all the sorry's that you ought to say