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