Don't Fuck with Our Dreams - The Smith Street Band

Living in living rooms and it’s true

That I haven’t gone to bed since the last time that I saw you

'Cause going to couch or going to floor

Well, it doesn’t quite provide the eight hours

That my body is screaming for

'Cause we’ve been drivin' 'round singin' songs about

Drivin' 'round singin' songs

And I don’t wanna have fun with anyone but you

So take the Great Ocean Road at midnight

I’ll get in at three and meet me in between

Where I am and where I wanna be

'Cause every night’s a Saturday night and

Every day’s a Monday morning

Everything ever happened the past month and

We didn’t get a single warning

And everything that we believe about each other

Has been proven right, it seems

And all we’ve got left is what the King said

«Don't fuck with our dreams

Don’t fuck with our dreams»

I set to wandering like I always say I do

Walked the flat city streets looking for a sign of a past you

And knee-deep in alcohol and borrowed souls

I skipped another sonnet

To open ourselves up to the hope and road

And as the dry wheat fields fly by ready to burn

In the overtaking lane, I take a second to learn

From the mangled advice I was given last night

By the sweaty guys with the glassy eyes

And every night’s a Saturday night and

Every day’s a Monday morning

Everything ever happened the past month and

We didn’t get a single warning

And everything that we believe about each other

Has been proven right, it seems

And all we’ve got left is what the King said

Don’t fuck with our dreams

Don’t fuck with our dreams

Don’t fuck with our dreams

Don’t fuck with our dreams

I wanna leave something permanent on this stretch of road

Something that won’t fly away

Like the dust and the exhaust smoke we breathe in

To strengthen the low

Like when you said

«If I’m gonna die, at least I died helping someone»

That’s what you were thinking while you held together your arm

I can’t take another late night phone call

From some other far-from-home hospital

I came so close to giving up

Why has my way of coping become a reason to spill blood?

But now isn’t the time for backing down

Got our feet so firm on the ground

So call me what you will, I don’t care

I know what happened, I was there

We know what happened, we were there

Yeah, call me what you will, I don’t care

I know what happened, I was there

We know what happened, we were there

I know what happened, I was there

We know what happened, we were there

I know what happened, I was there

We know what happened, we were there

And every night’s a Saturday night and

Every day’s a Monday morning

Everything ever happened the past month and

We didn’t get a single warning

Everything that we believe about each other

Has been proven right, it seems

And all we’ve got left is what the King said

Don’t fuck with our dreams

Don’t fuck with our dreams

Don’t fuck with our dreams

Don’t fuck with our… whoooah