So I came down, down to the city I said I'd never love,
from an airplane in the sky way above,
two years ago I would say "I'm just the fine the way I am".
Now the sun's out, and my wife's lookin' pretty as she dances about,
How weird it rolls off the tongue to spurt that sentence out.
There's a piece of the sky on my ring finger until I die.
And the antechamber's filling up with hope.
And the kingdom is on fire with our love.
Maybe it's just screams from astral orbiter
at 2:30 in the morning in Futureworld.
So I'd jot down all those silly old ideas I thought were so profound.
They turned out to be nothing more than dirt mounds
In some landfill on the left side of my brain, never seen again.
But there are a few things, I'm sure I made the right choice about in older days,
from writing notes to you to singing in a crawl space.
And those old songs may be outdated, but their meaning never changes/goes away.
And the antechamber's filling up with hope.
And the kingdom is on fire with our love.
Maybe it's laughter from the hammock
when we spun right over, sand filled up your nose.
It was just a taste, of how we'll live our lives
We're given a window cracked open for a house fly.
It was just a taste, of how we'll have to say good-bye,
And be selfish just this once, and head off into the blue sky.
(And the antechamber's filling up with hope.
And the kingdom is on fire with our love.)
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