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