> I dream a little bit about the chance of seeing you
And outside stays true
And outside through the window pane
And the hole in my brain
I'm getting hold of myself
And honey it's stunning at such a peculiar pace
I see the wrinkles in your face start to deepen and form
And I said we'll run until the sun burns out
And I'd like to know
Who wants to run until the sun burns out
And I'd like to
Honey it's fitting at such an unusual time
I see the freckles and the lines start to darken and sag