Could this be Earth? Could this be light? Does this mean everything’s going to be alright? One look out my window there's trees talking like people. I dreamt of storms, I dreamt of sound I dreamt of gravity, keeping us around I slept in the darkness it was lonely
And it was silent. And what is this love? I don’t feel the same, I don't believe what this is could be given a name. I woke you were there tracing planets on my forehead… But I’ll forget 23, like I’ll forget 17 And I’ll forget my first love like you’ll forget a daydream. And what of all my wild friends… and the times I’ve had with them? We’ll all fade to grey soon on the TV station.