Time fades the pictures
Fades the lines
What is standard?
What is right?
I'll start the car up
Your hand in mine
We'll find an airwave
To pa** the time
Too many miles
Traveled without a sign
Just the horizon line
A blanket to warm, made of down
A blanket of snow, covers the sound
While you were sleeping, everything changed
We remain the same
A blanket of stars covers the ground
One by one we all fell down
Holding this image as long as it takes
We've both made mistakes
I should have reasoned with you long ago
No objective of where to go
No real solution
More the same
Medication
Running through these veins
Admiration
Of a past that never changed
Too many miles
Traveled without a sign
Just the horizon line
A whisper of conscience in the air
Do we stay quiet or do we care?
Don't say you're sorry
I know you're right
Eyes closed tight and
Arms stretched wide
A blanket to warm, made of down
The science of fiction
The science of sound
Holding this image as long as it takes
We've both made mistakes
Hope
Loss
Love
You always
Counting lights in the clouds
Stitching stories from old men tales
Once upon a midnight sleep
Like other people I want to dream