The ivy on my building fell in love with the window screen, And after every rain they think it's time for the balcony scene. I don't have the heart to tear them apart, My windows are turning green. And 25 years later, when we're nothing but dust and bone And everything we made is long forgotten or unknown, Will you be right here with me, Or will I start out all alone?

I walked around on the ceiling today. Rain and snow pulled the leaves away. All I know is the shadows that walk down the hall, And I don't like the thought they could wander at all, Because I'm afraid of the sun. And I'm afraid of everyone. Flowers bloom, never feeling a thing. Chemicals, only breathing machines. If it makes you feel better imagine us there With the dust catching light and the wind in your hair, But I'm afraid of the sun. And I'm afraid of everyone.

Well I would hurry up and then wait and then fall back asleep, and find some clothes on the floor. Still get this terrible dream sometimes about a test I forgot to study for. Abandon all of the things I'm forgetting, jump the stairs, blast a hole in the door. And I don't know why this feeling still hits me; nobody even lives here anymore. And chase the train down to West Falls Church, from the Roosevelt Towers. And I'm headed down Broad Street at a million miles an hour. Big ugly knot in the bottom of my stomach, there's a cost to always being in drive. Things kind of snap into focus a little when you're down to just trying to survive. Go back to being a jumble of a person if I somehow escape here alive. Just trying to make my way out of this Goddamn city by 7:45. And chase the train down to West Falls Church, from the Roosevelt Towers. And I'm headed down Broad Street at a million miles an hour. Pick up some speed on the way out of Broadmont. Smash up and open some Pop Tarts. Pass the Washington Boulevard cameras. And keep an eye out for unmarked cop cars. And chase the train down to West Falls Church, from the Roosevelt Towers. And I'm headed down Broad Street at a million miles an hour. Yeah I'm headed down Broad Street at a million miles an hour.

My love for you is independent from reality I carry versions with me tucked inside my mind So many lives inside our galaxy and gravity’s just A friend who keeps the stars aligned I used to dream at night when I lost consciousness I don’t know why it never happens anymore I miss how thoughts could go from monstrous to obvious, just Processing things that you ignore, and Oh, oh, I’m in love with you and Oh, oh, a million years from now Oh, oh, I don’t know what to do, but Oh, oh, I’m figuring it out I stay in bed Sunday mornings after waking up Reliving moments I was cautious or just scared Playing tough, becoming brave enough to say the stuff to Change Sunday morning so you’re there And when the sun turns all its hydrogen and helium To heavy elements with full electron shells And it expands we’ll be so weary from delirium We’ll probably think it’s just as well I went to the hospital, and, they gave me anesthesia Picked black-eyed Susans and the sun lit up your face It felt so possible, so easy to believe in Without the pain I was just loose in outer space I was a fool, to doubt never occurred to me The sky was resting on the chimneys, low and flat and gray When I awoke and sense returned to me from surgery, it Felt just like any other day I wish I knew I’d never hurt anyone anymore I'd take the feeling even if it weren't true The more I know the less I’m ready for the mess in store, I’d Rather believe in me and you

Two other guys and I have got a plan to wreck the world. It's getting pretty good. We've got some charts, fire in our hearts, Snacks in the freezer in the woods. And there's no time for if we should get caught, We keep a constant stream of words to block the thoughts. Fifth Avenue, I'm just trying to get to work Reasonably late. So much to see, so don't mind me. I'm just a gentle ball of hate. No destination ahead, so we're not lost. We keep a constant stream of words to block the thoughts. Two other guys and I have got a plan to wreck the world. It's possible that we're not that smart. Big bad dreams running out of steam, And we've been hungry since the start. Best laid plans, all for naught. We keep a constant stream of words to block the thoughts.

I'm just as confused as anybody. I don't know my name sometimes. But I can't keep myself from dreaming of you. Oh Lindsay, I still love you. I woke up again this morning. That's no way to start the day. Couldn't keep the sun from getting through the curtains. And you and you won't be here when my head is clear, I'm certain. Tell myself to forget you, and I'd love to, But oh Lindsay, I still love you. I don't see you anymore now. Tell myself it's for the best. Waking hours a heavy conscience keeps me sinking. And every hour asleep means one less I'll spend thinking. But I can't keep myself from dreaming of you. Oh Lindsay, I still love you.

I took a bus across the country And I stayed awake for a couple days. I saw the Gateway Arch through a couple miles of fog. I stayed awake for a couple days. And I saw snow in Oklahoma. And highways blasted straight out from the mountainsides. And I had a dream the faces cracked and collapsed all around me. And I couldn't open up me eyes. I'm just waiting for good news To show up unannounced at the front door, because I'm too childish foolish for this world.

Come to the garden with me. Come to the garden we'll see the possibilities that grow under the sun.

Sometimes the people who love you the most can give the worst advice. They're not trying to make it hard to figure out your life. Dream big. Dream on. So what if they ignore you? Sometimes it's better to be wrong than afraid. Dream big. Dream on. No one'll do it for you. You'll end up proud of the mistakes that you made. Don't let self-consciousness drive your sincerer thoughts away. You never know just what you'll wish you had a chance to say. And there's no answers. And you can't call it quits. And being kind is not enough but it's still all there is.

And my bones are long and elegant and that's ok with me. I've given up on knowing what's inside of you, I'm safe. And I just play my little game. And I'm ashamed to show my face on Bergen Street. I'm an actor, black and white, assured obscured in smoke. I don't know how much more I've got, but I can be your worrystone, And you and me won't spend our energy on where our hands should go. And we'll just stay alive, In between the hearts and crimes on Bergen Street.

I don't know how it all began. The days go marching by. If I'm a monster, stranded in a life, it's nothing. My head is full of ghosts. Some live, some die. And this song goes out to the promised land. There's a light on in the hall. There's a world outside that I can't understand, But I can see the shadow on the wall. Don't be scared; everybody wonders. Everybody's looking, but they never can see The full moon rising in the garden like a planet. When everybody dies around you, don't point at me. And there's no such thing as a promised land. There's a light on in the hall. There's a world outside that I can't understand, But I can see the shadow on the wall.

I don't know where you're coming from. I don't know where you've been. But would you like to come along with me? Because everyone needs a friend. And everyone could use some quiet time, But it's nice since you appeared. Things get hard, and they get lonely too, But it's nice to have you here. So would you like to come along with me? I'm with you until the end. I'm not scared because you're next to me, And everyone needs a friend.

Well I don't know when the sun Up and decided that the evening was done, But I watch my children arrive Like they don't know that I'm the reason they're alive. I'll throw you down, down, in the lion's den. I'll throw you down. Nobody knows it but me. World full of mercenaries no one else can see. The holy beast in the sky. Familiar faces scared to look me in the eye. I might be dreaming too hard. A million data points to read and disregard. And we figured out what you're worth. And we'll be coming with the terrors of the earth.

I'm just waking up these days. I'm just trying to keep my head clear when it hits the pillow. I'm just waking up these days. I'm just waiting for the first bus out of Amarillo. The days keep coming, it's like everybody's taller in this place. I can breathe. I can't see. The stars are farther off in space. If I could keep the universe expanding and my spine contracting as I grow old, I would. If I could keep the neighbors happy, never knowing what's been going on for their own good. We're just trying to get back to normal. We haunt blue corridors and leap between the moving cars, Hydrofrack asteroids and loosen joints between load-bearing bars. Everything's relative we're not about to save anyone. Everything's healthy but can anybody get anything done? We got the bad guy--just how many times am I supposed to practice saying that in the mirror? We sweep our hats off, ride the banisters and take a bow, before we realize the room is clear. If we could be just one time in the right place at the right time, our hearts might explode from fear. We're just starting to get back to normal. So here's one last time that we turn the page and face the blinding panic of starting something new. Rely on meter and ignore the ink blots. Play the game. The memories will help to pull you through. The world's a traffic jam of paper cuts and unhappy ghosts. If we could keep a wish we'd never settle on just one thing that we wanted most. The crowflowers, nettles, daisies, dead men's fingers all tried to float, But they can't keep you up if you've decided you'd be safer counting pebbles at the bottom of the moat. We're just pretending that we're back to normal. I'm just waking up these days. I'm just trying to keep my head clear when it hits the pillow. I'm just waking up these days. The crowflowers, nettles, daisies, dead men's fingers all tried to float, But they can't keep you up if you've decided you'd be lighter getting heavy at the bottom of the moat.

We're just pretending that we're back to normal.

I'm going to learn to play piano. I'm going to learn to play guitar. I'm going to teach myself to play a wicked trumped. I'm going to be a big star. And you're going to wish you took those chances. One day you'll see me on TV. And you're going to tell them all you knew me way back When and there was something special about me.