| I want a shoebox big enough to fill with stars
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| So I can tell my age from any point in space and say with certainty
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| That you’re only as old as you choose
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| As long as you spin, you really got nothing to loose
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| I gave a picture to an architect in June
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| Asked if he could build a tower big enough to poke through the atmosphere
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| So I could climb and wreck a time up to the moon
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| To see the Earth from a different point of view
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| Only you came along and asked why whe world’s so blue
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| And all I could offer up were theories I could never prove, when silence fails
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| We ask ourselves what good is truth if its not true
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| And still rolling as blue as we choose
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| Well, I’ll pick a planet and you can choose a star
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| We’ll put our points together, we can travel very far, our path is winding
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| We can’t rewind, but if we move with grace and speed
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| We’ll watch it all again from depth we’ve never dreamed
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| Oh, I wrote a story and I put it to a tune
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| And all the words were easy and the movement have it moved it really moved me
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| Let it move you. |
| I saw your tears
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| We may be aging but we shouldn’t count in years |