Your Hallucinations Songtext
von Emmy the Great

In your hallucinations
A figure at the bed
Dressed in red
Like a maple leaf

The organs that dictate
The hour at which you wake
Are the spleen and the gut
Indicating greed

In your hallucinations
A memory of the day
That you walked down an aisle
To take the name of a saint

Age thirty
Hither to Valentine
Confirmed, confirmed
Like a dinner date


What will become of you?
Can you describe the view
From your hallucinations?
From your hallucinations?

Barcelona to Madrid
With the angels in Los Angeles
All the doctors shake their heads
Just can′t wake you up
Now the world you see is red
Think you can paint with love
(Think you can paint with love?)

What will become of you?
Can you describe the view
From your hallucinations?
What will become of you?
Can you describe the view
From your hallucinations?
From your hallucinations?
What will become of you?
Can you describe the view
From your hallucinations?
From your hallucinations?

Hallucinations