I was dreaming about tomorrow Floating to the ground on a parachute of cellophane Trees in my face as I try to put my feet down Leonard Cohen singing in my head, telling me about the war raging on. I was dreaming about yesterday Sitting in the sun at the kitchen table Outside, the storm rained and thundered to the beat Of the song that Death Cab was strumming I was dreaming about forever Daikini spun and danced to the music I stood there, talking to my selves Understanding what you meant, Finally.