I Dream in Technicolor Songtext
von Becky Buller

One, two, three, four
A trust fund ghost was upstairs scheming
Haunting my clothing and my Keds
My husband woke me saying you′ve been screaming
What's going on inside your head
I said
I dream in technicolor
Not brown, or black and white
In cinematic wonder
I cruise on through the night
Space lobsters tried to steal my baby
Eight mobsters tap danced through my yard
A slob stirring a vat of pad thai bow ties
Made me ponder if I′ve been working way too hard
On guard
I dream in technicolor
Not brown, black and white
In cinematic wonder
I cruise on through the night
Oh, I dream, I dream


I dream, I dream
I dream in technicolor
Dream, dream
I dream, I dream
All through the night
Was it something that I ate
Left my psyche so irate
We shared a snack on your veranda
I dared ask you help me write this down
You looked scared but only laughed haphazardly
As you jumped up to take the compost out
No doubt
I dream in technicolor
Not brown, or black and white
In cinematic wonder
I cruise on through the night
Oh, I dream, I dream
I dream, I dream
I dream in technicolor
Dream, dream
I dream, I dream
All through the night
Dream
Dream all through the night
All through the night