((Home Movie：Rockets))

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head
Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head
Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist



That first friend you had, that worst thing you said
That perfect moment, that last tear you shed
All you've done in bed, all on Memorex
All 'round-'round your head, all 'round-'round your head



Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head
Slippin through dreamland like a tourist
Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head
Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

You've had too much of the digital love

You want everything live, you want things you can touch
Make it feel like a movie you saw in your youth

Make it feel like that song that just unopened you
You were ten years old, holdin' hands in the classroom
He had a gun on the first day of high school

You want something bizarre, old conceptual cars
You want girls dressed in drag, you want boys with guitars

Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head
Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist
Pullin' down backstreets, deep in your head
Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist


You see Kodachrome, you see pink and gold

You see Mulholland glow
, you see in airplane mode
All 'round-'round your head, all 'round-'round your head
All 'round-'round your head, all 'round-'round your head


You float in the pool where the soundtrack is canned
You go ask your questions like, "What makes a man?"

Oh, it's 2020, so it's time to change that
So you go make an album and call it