Well I was sitting in a field of pine trees
Coaxing the words from the earth and the dirt and
I sought a muse but the words just wouldn't come
It's been a while since I saw you at new year,
Holding your breath, your eyes upon the second hand
The way you looked is still vivid to me

You're something out of a dream
Messin' with my head
And I've been looking for you
Are you hiding?
'Cause I like the way you're calling to me,
Your spell upon me
You're something out of a dream
And I like it, though I fight it

It took a while for the medicine to sink in,
Blow out the fog and remove all the cobwebs
Now I'm clear; I can hear myself think straight
I'm on the road with my clothes in a rucksack,
Over my shoulder, following the whispers
People ask me where I'm going in such haste

And I say, "my girl's a switchblade,
A bright light on a cityscape.
Wherever she goes, I'm going to chase."
You're something out of a dream
Messin' with my head
And I've been looking for you
Are you hiding?
'Cause I like the way you're calling to me

Your spell upon me
You're something out of a dream
And I like it, though I fight it, (ooh)
You're something out of a dream
You're something out of a dream