There's a room,
Within the little shop
Behind the girl with the sign
That says "dreams for sale"
It's usually kept locked
But some nights, they open up

Inside the room there's an orchard
It's endless, and sunny
There's names upon the apple trees
I stop and trace one with my finger
Then, there's a man with me.

"I'm sorry," I say, his eyes are bright
I don't remember them that bright,
I only remember when morphine took their light
He smiles and says, "For what?"
But I just tear up, and hug him, and then
We talk for hours, but when I leave,
It's still night.

So one night, when you're hurting,
Come find the shop, and visit my tree
And then I won't be lost anymore
Because you can always find me.
If the dead are gone, it's hard to move on
But we'll always be with each other, see?