Or say you're in a room. And there's a beautiful fire. And you're looking out the window. (At the snow and the winter streets below). But your eyes keep returning to the fire.
Flashes of warmth. Golden summers. Sparkling winters. . Walking with daddy on Sundays. Hand in hand, heart in heart. Hand in hand, heart in heart. . Lift me up on the pony again.
Something about trains. Something about love. Something about this old Earth. And the way it looks from up above. . Something about satellites. Something about down below.
On the sixth day. When the word came. We began our journey. We would not break the promise. . Lonely, hasten to the shoreline. Just in time to see them sail away.
I look into the well. In the light of the morning sun. Perhaps within the jug I draw. I'll find the bliss of yesterday. . Oh fill my jug up for me. Oh fill it up for me.