I was asleep, and so alivenMore so than everyday lifenFar away, I'd wait for menBut I found it best to leave me benSo we tied a string to the sunnPulled towards the horizonnWell I don't know what i wanna seenBut I don't want it in a dream.nnAll my days seem crystallinenTiny gems you never leavenHazes of green stick in your throatnAnd all that shit weighs down the boatnSo we wait by our windowsillsnThe whole world at a standstillnWell I don't know what I wanna seenBut I don't want it in a dream.nnEvery time I come homenIt feels like I've been gone for yearsnYeah, if home is where the heart isnthen it must be far from herenSo my heart slips through my ribsnAnd tries to migrate to the southnBut much like the wings of its companionsnIt has the cold to live withoutnnSo I watch this pretty picturenIn slow decay while on displaynI can't enjoy it while it lastsnThe same thing happened yesterdaynWonder how could such a twilightnSeem so awkward and misplacednInside this little set of towns that wenReturn to every day?