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