First we’d climb the tree
and maybe then we’d talk
or sit silently
and listen to our thoughts
with illusions of someday
casting a golden light
no dress rehearsal,
this is our life
that’s where the hornet stung me
and I had a feverish dream
with revenge and doubt
tonight, we smoke them out
You are ahead by a century
Stare in the morning shroud
and then the day began
I tilted your cloud,
you tilted my hand
rain falls in real time
and rain fell through the night
no dress rehearsal, this is our life
That’s when the hornet stung me
and I had a serious dream
with revenge and doubt
tonight, we smoke them out
You are ahead by a century
but this is our life
and disappointing you’s gettin’ me down