Well There are no fine lines Or there are more than I can draw Got across some here and there Between each after and before Tying everything together So I can't fake it anymore
And so it means too much Please let the possible be still Let's settle in this place Along the valley and the hill Till the seam between what may be And what won't be and what will
Where do we start When do my friends come over What matters now though Is can you reach the windowsill?