the color of an afternoon just like when you were 5 years old   the moon over the ocean ive seen from a island evening   progression that starts to lose its meaning   if we have spent most of a lifetime dreaming   then dreaming is the state we shall keep   stories of our solitude will sing themselves to sleep   and we will sing to everything the stories of where we have been   the history thats coursing through our veins   no, nothing factual is written on a page      so surely and so steadily   a slowly moving cloud will whisper "i am but for hours born to last"   your sogging soaking future is my foggy fading past   and so now if you want to wish upon me, wish upon me fast   whatever can be held in your heart is surely yours to grasp   so you wish for a picture of all of the people you have had the pleasure to know   or a postcard from all of the places that you ever wanted to go   saying "you are here now on this magical night"   the sun and sky at sunset, well, its such a stunning sight   you can sleep safely and soundly and you are loved      and nothing ever does begin like nothing ever ends   ask every atom in your body and they'll surely tell you   "friend, i am old as time and older still"   and you are made of everything you love, you feel, or kill   i will outlive you, and forgive you, and be just a baby still