Lyrics Portugal. The Man

Portugal. The Man

Sit Back and Dream

I hear them calling me back to the ground,

Back where I belong

I take my time with summers slowed

Share me with the bread and blood digging deeper

Than the world that I belong

Lazing back down these rickety roads

Just Take me back to warmer times

Where I know everybody needs me

I see them falling in, all the places placed in the place they should

But my bellies burden bellows like a bucket full of bees

Just be where you are, coming down in tens falling back to the one

Sixes from the sevens come on back to the tens

Just limit lies to one per line and share them with all those who listen

Please take me back to warmer times where I know everybody needs me

Just Take me back to warmer times where I know everybody needs me

Oh, I sit back and dream

Oh, I sit back and be

Oh, I sit back and see

Oh, I sit back in need