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The clock on the shelf
reading 4:59.
And I'm all by myself
and I don't know the time.
So I flirt with the sky
in the hope it will fall.
While it stays in its place up
behind the white wall.
The white wall,
the white wall,
the white wall,
the white wall,
the white wall.
You said you were trying
to meet in your dreams.
Well, my love doesn't dream
he paints pictures instead.
And although my eyes are both open.
It seems like
a whole world is sleeping
on top of my head.
In my head,
in my head,
in my head,
in my head,
in my head.
And I don't believe
in these revelations.
But that time
will change them.
And the time last week
we drove way past Lucky Drive.
Delphiniums in the back seat
and the ocean on the right.
Felt so lucky,
oh so lucky.
Felt so lucky,
oh so lucky.
To be alive.
