Russian Hill-Jellyfish

[00:26.16]I dreamt about a tranquil sunday drive [00:31.75]A sensory lullaby [00:42.42]We trade the comics cartoons and magazines [00:47.87]For pistons and gasoline [00:58.61]We see the road from the bedside [01:02.72]Parked under the sunshine [01:06.74]We feel the warmth of the engine so we climb inside [01:12.22]And take it to the motorway [01:17.95]Watch the clouds turn into faces it's fun to play [01:25.38]Shift the gears for years and age a single day [01:33.41]Until we spill onto russian hill [01:39.86] [01:55.43]Past cathedrals filled with god's favorite guests [02:00.62]Dirty hands feel clean when dressed in their sunday best [02:11.50]Treeline village oh so heavenly [02:16.67]Cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of juniper [02:24.85]Only eden is for millionaires [02:31.16]Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play [02:38.32]Shift the gears for years and age a single day [02:46.27]Until we spill onto russian hill [02:52.34] [03:32.73]I'm pulling through the last stoplight [03:36.54]We head home past the shoreline [03:40.79]And through the rear view mirror it all melts away [03:46.65]Stil we're helpless [03:51.65]Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play [03:55.35](We're hopeless) [03:58.85]We shift the gears for years and age a single day [04:03.19](It fades away) [04:07.81]For like curtains close this sunset matinee [04:15.56]A dream fulfilled on russian hill [04:26.91]