We met that one night in brooklyn
I knew you were the one with your bowie t-shirt on
You said: Man, I love this view of the hudson
Saw manhattan in your eyes and we stayed till the sunrise

I thought this high would fade
But you’re stuck inside my brain

Love, sex, dreams
You’re my lsd
On the tip of my tongue
Running through my blood
Taking over me
Love, sex, dreams
Miss your lips on me
I need a touch
You’re tripping me out
Lsd
Love, sex, dreams
You’re my--
On the tip of my tongue
Running through my blood
Taking over me
Love, sex, dreams
You're my--
I need a touch
You’re tripping me out
Lsd

Remember how you said you hate la?
But then you moved away, even though you said you’d stay
We were chasing dreams and running out of money
Even though you’re gone, I got your bowie t-shirt on

I thought this high would fade
But you’re stuck inside my brain

Love, sex, dreams
You’re my lsd
On the tip of my tongue
Running through my blood
Taking over me
Love, sex, dreams
Miss your lips on me
I need a touch
You’re tripping me out
Lsd

Love, sex, dreams
You’re my lsd
On the tip of my tongue
Running through my blood
Taking over me
Love, sex, dreams
Miss your lips on me
I need a touch
You’re tripping me out
Lsd

Love, sex, dreams
You’re my--
On the tip of my tongue
Running through my blood
Taking over me
Love, sex, dreams
You're my--
I need a touch
You’re tripping me out
Lsd