White

Could this be Earth?

Could this be light?

Does this mean everythings going to be alright?

One look out my window there's trees talking like people.

I dreamt of storms, I dreamt of sound

I dreamt of gravity, keeping us around

I slept in the darkness it was lonely

And it was silent.

And what is this love?

I dont feel the same, I don't believe what this is could be given a name.

I woke you were there tracing planets on my forehead

But Ill forget 23, like Ill forget 17

And Ill forget my first love like youll forget a daydream.

And what of all my wild friends and the times Ive had with them?

Well all fade to grey soon on the TV station.