Love Songs from Fascist Italy

Do you remember it was summertime?
But everything was turning cool
The sky took on the pinkest light
Even though the streets were blue
There were rivers running right through us
You caught me in a cup of ice
Frozen at the sight of you
Standing in the checkout line
Our hands under the table
Close enough to feel the heat
It felt like a dream
It felt like a dream

Close, too close
I feel too close
Close, too close
I'll lose myself

But that was just a dream
But that was just a dream

That was all it ever was
She'll call you in the wintertime
With a summer in a satellite
Go spinning around the world for days
No color in the morning light
No terror in the evening breeze
Just falling through the endless night
Wondering if I'm asleep
Was that just a dream?
Was that just a dream?

Close, too close
I feel too close
Close, too close
I'll lose myself

And it was like a dream
And it was like a dream

Close, too close
I feel too close
But that was just a dream
Close, too close
I'll lose myself
That was just a dream

That was all it ever was
But that was just a dream