It is the is
It is the is
It is
It's us
It is the is
It is the is
It is
It's us

The imagination of the universe
Like the rhythm in the restless seas
The way the storms lovingly
Rip down the trees
Embracing them hiding and hurting things
Poor little things
Ok baby, you don’t have to fly away
Just because you have wings!
Swimming up streams and hands are hurtin
Ripping the seams, tearing back the curtains

A promise made in the beginning of a dream
Candy as sweet as my jellybean

Guess my heart
Guess my heart
Guess my heart
Guess my heart
Guess my heart
(won’t you?