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