Underneath the petal I lay down. Call myself a shadow fall over a cloud. All of these things that pull you away. All of these things that make you change.
This much delight, fills columns to new heights. All these things about me you never can tell. Colors run prime, paint a picture so bright. All these things about me you never can tell.
Just had to follow those walking-eyes. And if I'm left with the sweetest line. Take it up with me some day. Leave it at the door I'm playing. . I wouldn't say that this is the end.
Have your dance with me. Take every turn. Put your hands on me again. Pull out all of the hurt. I've been lost out here for so long. God never showed.
On the great blue hill. All the distance died, I became your water. As the atlas falls. Let's start running over, smoothing every stone. You, move, touch.
The first picture. Our first picture. Still for a second wrapped in a whisper with you. Viva the Seine!. Run the bridges. Go down these boulevards again.
There's a cold front coming. Came and left again. It gets people running. Don't want to get caught up in that. When we're together. Do you see it in the smiles too?.
This isn't a path that takes you somewhere. This isn't a plan that ends in something. Before it appears, you'll be left wide open. Alone with your crazy self.
I'm driving north. Seen this road a thousand times. But today is different. [?] it called out like [?] a friend of mine. Comes up like a bird, brooding sadly.
I had a feeling. The light was over. I wandered freely. From your memory. Please forgive me. A new beginning. It was wide and empty. Just like you told me.
Been blowing fire. For much too long. Been wondering why. I got involved. I took a walk. In the dead of night. I wished it deep. But you were right. Now everyone is regret and love.
You're young and your spirit's not broken. I rest in the eyes where I see myself back. I'm a shape in the shadow of your free dreaming. All these shapes, all these arrows to the places I've been.