(0378) constant and variable

seeing through a different light in a far away dream..
my hopes come apart at night, or at least that's how it seems..
but i wish you could see that in the absence of time, we wouldn't even know what we need.
and i raise my glass up to the sky and nod to the sun..
i'm just a fortunate man who is still on the run.
we're still very unshaped and young, and i'd hate to depart before it's all said and done.
the oxygen's getting thin, and i stumble around.
i'm just trying to get a good grip, but everything's upside-down.. too many numbers to count..
too many dives and too many dips.. and you blinded my eyes like some kind of solar eclipse.

i wrote a letter without any words before i knew how to feel.
another victim of boredom and fear. i couldn't tell what was real.
don't go walking around when you're already lost.. it won't help you get home..
so please take off your shoes.. and just hang up your coat..
we'll all float away together in a slowly-disappearing nursery rhyme boat.