I saw the forest for the trees when the scales fell from my eye and I hoped that spring eternal but that river’s running dry that was might nigh the night that I saw home as a place that we can’t go yet we row and row and roam when will we wake up?
Where’d it go, where’d it go, where’d it go, sensitivity? Daydreams displace me Should we grow apart now? Or do they save me?
Why can’t I wake up, intact and see through to the other side. Should I grow up? Or apart? Fall back or Spring Forward?
Help me wake up get back to my sensitivity!
Spring Forward!
The gray that makes green greener. The gray that makes green greener.