Why do we only see in black and white when the world and everything in it is in color Love isn't something that we can write down no matter how hard we try And life is really just pictures on my wall dancing in rhythms that I constantly notice Memories have nothing to do with the individual Memories only contain what it is that your wanting What's inside your mind What's already inside the way we consciously measure time And I think it's lovely the way we can see the world and the way we can see time It's lovely how it rains outside