The clock on the shelf reading 4:59. And I'm all by myself and I don't know the time. So I flirt with the sky in the hope it will fall. While it stays in its place up behind the white wall. The white wall, the white wall, the white wall, the white wall, the white wall. You said you were trying to meet in your dreams. Well, my love doesn't dream he paints pictures instead. And although my eyes are both open. It seems like a whole world is sleeping on top of my head. In my head, in my head, in my head, in my head, in my head. And I don't believe in these revelations. But that time will change them. And the time last week we drove way past Lucky Drive. Delphiniums in the back seat and the ocean on the right. Felt so lucky, oh so lucky. Felt so lucky, oh so lucky. To be alive.