no we wont get older now we'll just be younger in our dreams yea future's like everything you know it keeps flowing down like a stream so let your pretenders choke on your dust for you're the light & the lust you painted my blank canvas threw colours like when you write a poem the blues of the skies with the green of grass all the feelings packed into one you told me that if something ryhmed with orange it would certainly sound like a revenge but i always thought it was kinda strange for you had the weetest of the rages then you blew the flame in your eyes & turn pale & cold when you realized that life is all we've ever had & that's all we'll eer get there is no o-ther palce to let our souls forget the sad yea bare feet on a cold rock i look through the brown leaves at the long broken clouds weaving free these windy thoughts are brighter than life they make me jealous of your painted dream