Modern History

When the sun circle appears to me, I embrace the world and all it's pluses
 When the summer day ceases to be, I take to riding far away on buses...
 I thought of you almost every hour
 I thought of you as my companion
 I thought that you might be a flower, growing at the bottom of a canyon
 Days, they fly, and nights, they fall
 Makes no sense to me at all
 Just little tricks of temperature
 And light, cast a spell on everyone
 So let the golden vines of modern history grow
 To cover yourself and everyone you know
 And if that story that we made was just a token, maybe our hearts will all be unbroken
 Every single morning I am born
 And in the same place each night I am buried
 Beneath the single blanket worn
 As an ocean where my dreams are buried
 No, I can't be the weight upon your shoulders
 I can't be the ringing in your ears,
 But I can disappear until we're older
 Just like the bowling balls around your mirror
 The darkness from the light's gone out, filled the room and killed the doubt
 You keep counting every moment till the morning, then it's never gonna come.
 So let the golden vines of modern history grow
 To cover yourself and everyone you know
 And if that story that we made was just a token, maybe our hearts will all be unbroken
 If I called you again, by a god given name
 If the wind and the rain did fall, would you hear me at all? So let the golden vines of modern history grow
 To cover yourself and everyone you know
 And may the words we used in anger be unspoken, and may our hearts will all be unbroken