Far off dreams
Far off places
My love she sits
My love is waiting
To set me free
Do you believe?
The realest things
Don't take up spaces
So hard to find
They're on your own
Just passing through
Just passing time
If I make this yours
And you make it mine
Well then, we'll see
With golden eyes
So hard to find
They're on your own
Just passing through
Just passing time
If I make this yours
And you make it mine
Well then, we'll see
With golden eyes
Head in the dirt
Wishing tables would turn
Pray for life
Without pain
Pray for life
Without work
Stretching for things
That are put out of reach
What's the last thing that you think about
Before you fall asleep?
The truth is hard to find
But mostly cause we lie
In versions of ourselves
That we cannot define
We're moving backwards
Or at best, we're side to side
We're running circles
Up and down between the line
