Now and then we'll be
a simple colony
divided in the painting of
a singeing urban sea
and every now and then
we'll say this is the end
and believe all the things
we want to be
Now and then we could have been
amongst the people
that we said we loved
and all the things you may have done
sure enough we could have seen
a billion different colonies
and everyone
with their own sun
For example there are truths
and their are honest hitting hues
and we could have seen
the morning one
For everything we do
that everything is part of you
they would have seen the ending of
this part of love
Can we still be friends
This separate commodores
and everything you said is dosed
of all the things you want
but it's all gone
For everything we do
is phonically about
me and you
dividing everything by one
Should we believe in anything
besides the characters
we just sort of made up
but their fun
Sure enough we could have stayed
we're co-remembering entertainment
everyone's apart of even though
they don't know
Can we still be friends
in the end
we'll be happy once again