Well, I could live in a dream house, with two tigers guarding the door and windows the size of a Roman bath where words don’t get in the way. And I could live in a dream house, with a blue and green lawnmower and gold hidden in the floorboards where words don’t get in the way. Do you remember the time before we met when I woke up from a nightmare for the third night in a row so I woke you up and we went for a walk in the streets spattered with moonlight through the trees? Well, I could live in a dream house, with chilaceans guarding the sky and leaves carpeting the floor where words don’t get in the way.