The Biltmore

I still see you pretty often Cause you live inside a dream Of the Biltmore Hotel Where I check in every week And I chase you through the lobby And past the garden gates With echos of you laughin' Coming from the balcony But it's all a dream So I slip myself a xan And I lay around my bed Until I feel again I'm back asleep I wake up back in Texas Overused and reckless With the sound of airplanes Flying overhead It feels just like being dead Or stuck out in the west, without you I've been teething at the vicious And keeping all the distance Cause I swear that I See Horror in the sky Some childhood superstition That paints these vivid visions In the night So I slip myself a xan And I lay around my bed Until I feel again I'm back asleep I still see you pretty often Cause you live inside a dream Of the Biltmore Hotel Where I check in when I sleep And I chase you through the lobby And down the narrow stairs When I get out to the garden You've up and disappeared Just like a dream Just like a dream Just like a dream Just like a dream Just like a dream Just like a dream Just like a dream Just like a dream