That dripping faucet is killing me but I can't move. I'm still asleep and thinking of those dreamy hollow nights. Who were they to say what was wrong or right? We knew we had something then--what it's like to be young, what it's like to have somrthing so strong. Go ahead and ask me how long I can keep this up. Oh yeah, I thought forever. Divine was I inside and out. Imagination and creative wealth but all the time a stranger to myself. What it's like to be young, what it's like to have something so strong. So innocent, so confident, a sugar-coated essence kissed by a grain of salt. Regression to ignorance sounds like bliss to me but I'm not looking back. I've played this tune so many times I know I'll find my way back home. Divine am I inside and out, but all the time just a stranger to myself.
