If I could alter space & time, I'd explore galaxies with you by my side, and we'd watch the sun set over the lakes of Mars. (Is there lakes on mars?)
I'd bring Trotsky, Trudeau, and even Trebek, and you would act as the honored poet laureate to romanticize every gesture suggested.
But they'd all run out of things to say 'cause they don't have much in common anyways.
Well I don't know what I'm talking about but I could talk to you all night. And I could stare into your eyes until they're out of sight.
I had a dream the other night where I lived a life, and then I died and when I got to heaven God wanted to have a 'chat'.
He said that everyone is only a figment of my own thoughts, and my existence and how I treated them was how I treated myself.
It didn't make much sense at the time, but in a way, you know, my dream was right.
Well, I don't know what I'm talking about but I could talk to you all night. And I could stretch every inch of truth until it wraps around a lie. And I don't know what I'm going on about, but I could go with you all night. And I could stare into your eyes, until they're out of sight. Until they're out of sight.