And I saw space on a summer morning
but I'm still lucky
some live inside it
they wake up early with their bellies full of bu*terflies,
but not the good kind
And it's growing bigger faster than you see
some live inside it/ an eternal daydream
today at the store as the light was fading
I heard a song and I asked myself:
Is this all we get, is it never getting better than this?
I wake up early because I have to
I can't be late for the daily boredom
that keeps me dreaming, that keeps me wishing
that keeps me pushing eveything in front of me
but oh, what a pretty day to choose
oh, what a pretty day to choose
when you're so far away from me
With Christmas trees and two thousand light bulbs
to beat the darkness and make it leave us
clear a path for spring and summer/ it doesn't help
'cos I always connect it to you
and I saw space on a summer morning
but I'm still lucky, since I wasn't born into it
and now it's time to finish and say goodbye
so hear this song and ask yourself:
Is this all we get, is it never getting better than this?
and you're so far away from me