Tell me that one day everything will change. And I’ll believe you. Then tell me that despite all the changes, the sky will stay the deepest shade of blue. And in the white clouds, we’ll find the faces of the people we’ve lost. Can’t we change all that we’ve lost
by just finding it? When something bad is at its climax won’t you come by the bedside,
move your soft hands on our foreheads and wake us up? Why can’t we tell someone right before we lose them that in reality, we don’t want to lose them. If everyone’s living in the moment, then you’re life. Won’t you meet me before this clock stops ticking?