The color of an afternoon just like when you were 5 years old The moon over the ocean I've seen from a island evening Progression that starts to lose it's 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 that's 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, it's 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