Modern History

When the sun circle appears to me, I embrace the world and all it's pluses When the summer day ceases to be, I take to riding far away on buses... I thought of you almost every hour I thought of you as my companion I thought that you might be a flower, growing at the bottom of a canyon Days, they fly, and nights, they fall Makes no sense to me at all Just little tricks of temperature And light, cast a spell on everyone So let the golden vines of modern history grow To cover yourself and everyone you know And if that story that we made was just a token, maybe our hearts will all be unbroken Every single morning I am born And in the same place each night I am buried Beneath the single blanket worn As an ocean where my dreams are buried No, I can't be the weight upon your shoulders I can't be the ringing in your ears, But I can disappear until we're older Just like the bowling balls around your mirror The darkness from the light's gone out, filled the room and killed the doubt You keep counting every moment till the morning, then it's never gonna come. So let the golden vines of modern history grow To cover yourself and everyone you know And if that story that we made was just a token, maybe our hearts will all be unbroken If I called you again, by a god given name If the wind and the rain did fall, would you hear me at all? So let the golden vines of modern history grow To cover yourself and everyone you know And may the words we used in anger be unspoken, and may our hearts will all be unbroken