I had these vivid dreams. I was eight
And I was walking a desert plain
My debt was doubled with every step taken
I was right

My breath gets louder the more I'm aware
This room is shouting, no noise in the air
My poster looks like a mirror; it stares
Oh

My heart beats, just a little bit faster, feels a little bit bigger
Feels a little like something here is wrong

And I would age a hundred years
Too meek to play, too young to fear
Oh haunted in a cul-de-sac for fun
And now I'm sure it's in my blood

I had these vivid dreams. I was eight
I had these vivid dreams every day
All of these moments, frightened away
I had these dreams, but I couldn't say

And I would age a hundred years
Too meek to play, too young to fear
Oh haunted in a cul-de-sac for fun
And now I'm sure it's in my blood