And all the color drains out of the frame

Standing on a doorstep full of nervous butterflies
Now everything's imaginary, 'specially what you love
So I just won't be late
There will never be a time more opportune
Consider yourself lucky if you think of it as home
Old friends I never visit, well, I remember what they're like

Waiting to be asked to come inside, just come inside
I took off my shoes and walked into the woods
I felt something that I had never touched

Everything gets smaller, now the further that I go
And I can't sleep next to a stranger when I'm coming down
The window closes, shock rolls over in a tidal wave
So pleased with a daydream that now living is no good
It's 8 a.m., my heart's beating too loud, too loud
Under the leaves of that old lime tree, I stood examining the fruit
But I keep going out
You left another message, said it's done, it's done
Some were ripe and some were rotten, I felt nauseous with the truth
Don't be so amazing or I'll miss you too much
When I hear beautiful music, it's always from another time
Towards the mouth and the reunion of the known and the unknown
I felt lost and found with every step I took

You can move mountains with your misery if you don't
It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two
Well, if you don't