"Now that its June, we’ll sleep out in the garden
and if it rains, we’ll just sink in to the mud
where it is quiet and much cooler than the house is.
And there's no clocks or phones to wake us up
because I have learned that nothing is as pressing
as the one who is pressing would like you to believe.
And I'm content to walk a little slower
because there's nowhere that I really need to be.
And I find that life is easier when it's just a blur
with no details to confuse who or what or where I was.
So when the ending comes the full regret will seem obscure
but these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold.
And this apartment could not be prettier as we danced up there alone.
This TV is old, the color is fucked, do you see the difference in the shades?
but the green is still close to green, my love.
And I believe we are the same.
And we’ll stay like this, all gold and green.
The light collects and projects your heart on a movie screen.
And if you close your eyes we will always be the way we were that night
you crawled inside of me and you slept in my blood the way you sleep now.
The quietest hush has consumed this house
and when the doctors have gone and you sweat through the bed,
with the pictures and the pills they piled around your head,
just rest now, and in a moment you will know everything.
Was it all a dream?
It’s too vague now to recount.
An outline of the one you loved in a life that was, that not longer will be,
stands above you as you sleep."