White

                                  Could this be Earth? Could this be light?

Does this mean everything, is going to be alright?

When I look out my window there's trees talking like people

I've dreamt of storms, I've dreamt of sound

I've dreamt of gravity, keeping us around

I've slept in the darkness, it was lonely, and there was silence

What is this love? I don't feel the same

Don't believe what this is, could be given a name

I woke, you were there, tracing planets on my forehead

But I forget 23 like I forget 17

And I forget my first love, like you forget a daydream

And what if all my wild friends, and the times I've had with them

Will all fade to grey soon, on the TV station