We met that one night in brooklyn I knew you were the one with your bowie t-shirt on You said: Man, I love this view of the hudson Saw manhattan in your eyes and we stayed till the sunrise
I thought this high would fade But you’re stuck inside my brain
Love, sex, dreams You’re my lsd On the tip of my tongue Running through my blood Taking over me Love, sex, dreams Miss your lips on me I need a touch You’re tripping me out Lsd Love, sex, dreams You’re my-- On the tip of my tongue Running through my blood Taking over me Love, sex, dreams You're my-- I need a touch You’re tripping me out Lsd
Remember how you said you hate la? But then you moved away, even though you said you’d stay We were chasing dreams and running out of money Even though you’re gone, I got your bowie t-shirt on
I thought this high would fade But you’re stuck inside my brain
Love, sex, dreams You’re my lsd On the tip of my tongue Running through my blood Taking over me Love, sex, dreams Miss your lips on me I need a touch You’re tripping me out Lsd
Love, sex, dreams You’re my lsd On the tip of my tongue Running through my blood Taking over me Love, sex, dreams Miss your lips on me I need a touch You’re tripping me out Lsd
Love, sex, dreams You’re my-- On the tip of my tongue Running through my blood Taking over me Love, sex, dreams You're my-- I need a touch You’re tripping me out Lsd
