I got my eyes covered with my hands still
counting to ten or thirty or a hundred
Just don't hurt me like I think you will
There's no need to know because I never wondered

You're hiding but it's all in vain
Olly olly oxen free
if anyone looses in this game
it's going to be me

June is for finding things you didn't know could be true
But I looked far too long for things that got hidden
I just want to wallow in all that is you
And the games we play ought to be forbidden

Once again I hear that bell chime
Olly olly oxen free
If anyone gets burned this time
I think it's going to be me

I fell in love with the soothsayers daughter
Her smile like stars and eyes like a promise
She took the chariot and put it in my pocket
and told me that her father had foretold me

And now I see her with the eyes of a newborn
Her hands on my heart like she knows what I'm thinking
I loved that she saw the worlds in all their glory
Her hair between my fingers and her breath in my ears

The things that I felt for the soothsayers daughter
are things you only know once and only if you're lucky
And so I cradle the chariot in my cold hands and ask her
if her father knows where dreamers go when they wake

This city is a heartbreak
waiting to happen
I know it because I have seen it
in all the morning commuter eyes
how can anyone ever
make it out of here alive

We play our parts here
over a million
walking the streets like we're sleeping
but all of us looking to get out
how can anyone ever
be anything in this town

One week later
I come back to an empty apartment
Silent and lonely
There is nothing here that is my own because
Everything comes with a memory
A tiny little needle to remind me
That it is only stupid
To hope for beautiful things
Dreaming is for people
Without a sense of reality

Every time you fall
The fall will be longer
And the impact harder
Four years later I learned this
We say nothing is certain
But I feel like it will end like this
In an apartment filled with things
Yet utterly and devastatingly empty
And I will walk through the rooms looking for you
But finding only shadows

At night
I lie next to you
your body heavy under the covers
your breath slow and steady
eyes moving in their sockets
like marbles
I think you are dreaming
about one of the thousand things
I never knew about you
because you never told me

And me
I am restlessly awake
counting past regrets
on cracks in the ceiling
they loop trough my head over and over
When it dawns
I am tired and stretched thin
eyes and heart equally heavy
I want tell you all about it
but I can only bring myself to whisper your name

And you are fast asleep

You've got a hold on me
One thousand and five hundred days worth of hoping
We've built a home on the mountain
a home next to the big road
a home in the old house
a home next to the birch tree
you're the one thing constant
I try to see it for what it is
two clueless people in a hard world
but I think I'm tied to you
a million set of keys and a hundred boxes later
I want to go forward
and I want you to come with me

It's just a sign of the times
it's just a passing feeling
this sense of falling
I keep my hands buried in the soil
hoping they will root there
making me a part of something
I can understand
Making me a part of
something constant

The trees are my favorite beings
they are grounded in a way
I could never relate to
Sometimes I stop along my path
and press my back against the trunks
hoping they will absorb me
Making me a part of
something I can rely on
making me a part of
something lasting

Through all the fabrics of my being
there's this vague sense of searching
or maybe just of wandering
it's hard to know the difference
I try to keep my footing on the road forward
and suddenly there's this feeling of realization:
that in this life made of coincidences and longing
some of us grow up to be trees
and some of us grow up to be travelers