Time fades the pictures Fades the lines What is standard? What is right? I'll start the car up Your hand in mine We'll find an airwave To pass the time Too many miles Traveled without a sign Just the horizon line A blanket to warm, made of down A blanket of snow, covers the sound While you were sleeping, everything changed We remain the same A blanket of stars covers the ground One by one we all fell down Holding this image as long as it takes We've both made mistakes I should have reasoned with you long ago No objective of where to go No real solution More the same Medication Running through these veins Admiration Of a past that never changed Too many miles Traveled without a sign Just the horizon line A whisper of conscience in the air Do we stay quiet or do we care? Don't say you're sorry I know you're right Eyes closed tight and Arms stretched wide A blanket to warm, made of down The science of fiction The science of sound Holding this image as long as it takes We've both made mistakes Hope Loss Love You always Counting lights in the clouds Stitching stories from old men tales Once upon a midnight sleep Like other people I want to dream