Alek Barkats - Hologram Lyrics

All in a church bell dusk wakes up
And turns stone into gold
All in the way you turn into me
When it's two degrees too cold
The blood of the sun
Stains the water as it fades
Like sacred wine overflowing
On the promenade
We like to pretend we're in episodes
Of home and garden television
Ranking this one that one
Where the vines put the bricks in prison
And I love to watch you
Mess your old testament hair
The way each curl
Wraps around the air
And the ceiling fan makes a hologram
Of a flying saucer that carries you and me
To another world where nothing matters
But that little dream
Little dream we dream
Sometimes I wonder if we're Abraham
The voice of the tv is god
And its half hearted promise
Is all the money we've got
See here we are in the garden
Where the dogs have dug up the plants
And I know one day they're gonna dig it back
To where it all began
Where my watering can makes a hologram
Of a half a rainbow that carries you and me
To another world where nothing matters
But that little dream
Little dream we dream
Yeah the ceiling fan makes a hologram
Of a flying saucer that carries you and me
To a another world where nothing matters
But that little dream
Little dream we dream
Little dream
Little dream we dream
Little dream
Little dream we dream