If I could lift from this page
what you truly mean to me
I'd go to war with every single tree
I wouldn't stop until my life was
consumed by an empire of sheets
The light of the stars would shine
and the sun would sing
Daisies dancing away the rain
while the birds and the bees played
If only I could find a way,
to explain what my heart is saying
somewhere on these pages
I'd get lost in the fields of lines until
the end of time - face to face with oblivion
Just you and me holding hands
in the middle of the streets
while the world fell apart
That's what you mean to me