Headlights are my shooting stars at night. The fog on the window is the morning dew. The moon is lit by the pale dome light. But why are my dreams filled with you?.
I got a plan for today. Finally figured out what's going on. Until I got this phone call. Telling me I was wrong. . The news was different today. There was color in the black and white.
Open up your curtains, let sun shine in. Can you see the difference it makes. In this world you're entering?. . (You think you're ready, well, you never know).
Well I guess it, guess it all began when. When I could understand the social life. The worries and I heard what, what you used to say but. Now these things have changed and it seems like the only way.