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