“it’s all still here” i say each time
well aware of every new “for sale” sign
most streets are the same as i left it
haunts that weren’t much different to begin with

senses still receive and the season sends
lost in the graveyard at the summer's end
it’s a certain romance i’m too caught up in
i’ll stay in the dream if the dream allows it
—
yeah?

if the dream allows it

no?

well if the dream doesn’t

that’s fine
i know i just realized
that’s right
i know its just night
that’s time
i guess i thought i found out

exactly how you preserve the moment
—
right down to the breeze
the type of light dying through the trees
the perfect song to play
i’ll never listen to without that day
the colors of the dusk are glowin
being is being present in the moment

being is being present in the moment

yeah
—
each of these houses makes an old friend in me
the hills are still sloping at the elementary

just up LACROSS STREET

really these are the places that i have missed
some shitty playground where i had first kissed
an empty parking lot where i skinned my fists
what happens if each dream has the same basement?
—
is it the same basement

no?

well it’s the same basement

and that’s fine
i know i just realized
that’s right
i know it’s just night
that’s time
i guess i thought i found out

exactly how you preserve the moment
—
right down to the breeze
the type of light dying through the trees
it’s the perfect song to play
i’ll never listen to without that day
the colors of the dusk are glowin
being is being present in the moment

being is being