One time
We sneaked from the bedroom
To sleep under the moonlight

Ocean
Fog horn through the window
c little after midnight

cnd I still see you
Waiting
By the stairs
I still hear you
But it's fading
I search everywhere

Drive by to see some of the changes
Excavators and vines
I guess it depends on where you look
To see the state of the times

Sometimes there is meaning
In ordinary things
Sometimes there is not
cnd you gotta keep moving

cnd I know the cities and the lovers and the things
That seem to hold ends in their means
But every part you is just spinning & changing
Like the wind and the universe expanding

Sometimes things must die to be born
Sometimes things must die to be known

One time we sneaked from the bedroom
But that was many years ago
One time I thought I felt forever
But I would've known