You Won'T Even Dream

I thought we were doing well
Sat next to how we felt
We fell from color clouds
And hit the ground
Still spinnin' round
Still coming down

I'm not going crazy or sick
My mind finds things
You won't even dream

Falling in and out of thoughts
As they distort
We walk on through
And cities talk
Colors drown
Look what we found
Still spinnin' round
Still coming down

I'm not going crazy or sick
My mind finds things
You won't even dream