LOSSOM - Dream Land

My pillow turns into grass
pajama turns into a dress
Seems like Oh I
woke up in a dream-land
I believe it's a regret
pressing me not to awake
Ok Oh I
will just stay as a grass
I know it's wrong I know
but their lips tell a lie again
Gold vines chocking eyes
swinging thight in the sky
A group of dots on that ceiling
I draw lines over them
It feels like lying on
It feels like lying on
It feels like lying on
It feels like lying on
It feels like lying on
It feels like lying on
It feels like lying on
Faces wanna forget
faces wash out hundred days
days and days
They form like scabs
rake them out again
I know this pain's
gonna tease my lies
I hide in this dream-land
so feels like lying on
It feels like lying on
It feels like lying on
It feels like lying on