I dream a little bit about the chance of seeing you And outside stays true And outside through the window pane And the hole in my brain I'm getting hold of myself
And honey it's stunning at such a peculiar place I see the wrinkles in your face start to deepen and form
And I said we'll run until the sun burns out And I'd like to know Who wants to run until the sun burns out And I'd like to
Honey it's fitting at such an unusual time I see the freckles and the lines start to darken and sag