Day break, I'm sitting near your grave
I take my guitar out of the bin bag because I haven't got case for it
I take a flight of fancy and see an airplane reflecting the sun.
It carries many stories. Enough for our flight.
A couple of rabbits come out from nowhere,
wriggling their ears always together
feeling reeling dealing revealing singing by your side
because I know that I feel out of place anywhere I go
As all the things come together
Time flows past me like a never-ending river
People drifting in the forest of buildings
How many times am I gonna see you in my dreams