Everything gets smaller, now the further that I go
Standing on a doorstep full of nervous butterflies
You can move mountains with your misery if you don't
But I keep going out
Don't be so amazing or I'll miss you too much
Some were ripe and some were rotten, I felt nauseous with the truth
I took off my shoes and walked into the woods
Now everything's imaginary, 'specially what you love
Towards the mouth and the reunion of the known and the unknown
Waiting to be asked to come inside, just come inside
When I hear beautiful music, it's always from another time
You left another message, said it's done, it's done
So I just won't be late
I felt something that I had never touched
It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two
Consider yourself lucky if you think of it as home
There will never be a time more opportune
And all the color drains out of the frame
Well, if you don't
It's 8 a.m., my heart's beating too loud, too loud
Old friends I never visit, well, I remember what they're like
Under the leaves of that old lime tree, I stood examining the fruit
The window closes, shock rolls over in a tidal wave
And I can't sleep next to a stranger when I'm coming down
So pleased with a daydream that now living is no good