Picture this,
picture me,
sipping tea on the porch in the evening with you dreaming by my side.
Do you see some city,
windows shining with sunrises,
kisses as we come home from our night?
There's no dark, only light.
Rolling hills, trending sappy,
but whatever,
I'll follow the thread where it leads,
and it may lead me back to where
there are trees and sunshine,
boats on lakes, paddle wheeling,
breezy nights, everything feeling just right,
and all the songs we live,
you and me,
stumbling home uncarelessly,
rented room or on some estate.
Picture this when your vision's dimming.
Picture this,
can you see,
all the lives that we've lived while we're
searching for what's right in front of us?
Do you see all the streets that are calling to us when we're still,
while we're looking
through sky's eyes?
There's no dark, only light.
Rolling hills, trending sappy,
but whatever,
I'll follow the thread where it leads,
and
it may lead me back to where there are trees and sunshine,
boats on lakes,
paddle wheeling,
breezy nights,
everything feeling just right,
and all the songs we've lived,
you and me,
stumbling home uncarelessly,
rented room or on some estate.
Picture this when your vision's
dimming.
Vision's dimming.
Picture this,
picture me,
sipping tea on the porch in the evening with you dreaming by my side.
Do you see some city,
windows shining with sunrises,
kisses as we come home from our night?
There's no dark, only light.