I was sitting in a field of pine trees
Coaxing the words from the earth and the dirt and
I sought a muse but the words just wouldn't come
It's been a while since I saw you at New Year
Holding your breath, your eyes upon the second hand
The way you looked is still vivid to me You're something out of a dream
Messing with my head
And I've been looking for you
Are you hiding?
'Cause I like the way you're calling to me
Your spell upon me
You're something out of a dream
And I like it, though I fight it

- Ezra Vine