And I saw space on a summer morning/   but I'm still lucky   some live inside it   they wake up early with their bellies full of butterflies,   but not the good kind      And it's growing bigger faster than you see   some live inside it/ an eternal daydream   today at the store as the light was fading   I heard a song and I asked myself:      Is this all we get, is it never getting better than this?      I wake up early because I have to   I can't be late for the daily boredom   that keeps me dreaming, that keeps me wishing   that keeps me pushing eveything in front of me   but oh, what a pretty day to choose   oh, what a pretty day to choose   when you're so far away from me      With Christmas trees and two thousand light bulbs   to beat the darkness and make it leave us   clear a path for spring and summer/ it doesn't help   'cos I always connect it to you   and I saw space on a summer morning   but I'm still lucky, since I wasn't born into it   and now it's time to finish and say goodbye   so hear this song and ask yourself:      Is this all we get, is it never getting better than this?   and you're so far away from me