Lyrics

Warm yellow rays from the night stand Laying on tapestries Threw yourself and wanted a room, 107 Where we don't see eye to eye Hung on the stairs dream projector Holograms from eye to eye Pressing her face to the pillow Woah, too late Minnesota when I sober up I've got a number and I'm calling it up I was so caught up Mountain lion swimming in my blood Still we meet at the station what a pleasure Flyers all in line, waiting on the meteorites like confetti Treasures always treat you right Minnesota when I sober up I've got a number and I'm calling it up I was so caught up Young mountain lion swimming in my blood We were so caught up Minnesota