this is complicated, see
even when we feel good
it's not really what's meant to be
i look into dreams and see
he's a little shorter and a little off
daydreams about how light
comes through a window onto my face.
points out how these beams and bricks make up a space.

we walk around a city, cameras in tow
we walk around a field, cameras in tow
and you are kind but you just don't know
that in that last sunset or the final abyss
i don't see you there at the end.
i see a painter, a poet, a dreamer,
the best background singer in a band
hand in my shaking, frozen hand.