When I think of you, it's from memory When you think of me, are you smiling? It does not expire, not even when I sleep But like the color of October, it's not mine to keep How would I know it would end before we still had a lifetime to go? Someday we'll be looking back and laughing, I hope Judging by the lines in my hands But what do I know? Nothing 'bout the future But to leave room to grow All these lessons learned by staring out my window Imagining a heart as soft as sand ♪ At the beginning of my fever dream I had forgotten why I was smiling How would I know it would end before we still had a lifetime to go? Someday we'll be looking back and laughing, I hope Judging by the lines in my hands But what do I know? Nothing 'bout the future But to leave room to grow All these lessons learned by staring out my window Imagining a heart as soft as sand