Dearest forgetful,   Here are my guilty hands,   And you take them across your eyes,   They help you remember       This is not a dream,   Could it get any better?   We'll wait out the winter nights,   And laugh along with the better weather.      And we'll forever be in disguise   we're pushing back in the shadows   to help us realize   And we'll forever be in disguise   we're pushing back in the shadows   to help us realize      My science is the answer   you both can play a part in my game.   on chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos, chos rain   on chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos, chos rain       I've been making meadows    i've been making meadows   in the sky    in the sky      With the seeds,   from your eyes    from your eyes      Dearest forgetful,   Here are my guilty hands,   Take them across your eyes,   So you can remember       This is not a dream,   Could it get any better?   We'll wait out the winter nights,   And laugh along with the better weather.