Give me your eyes I need sunshine Give me your eyes I need sunshine Your blood Your bones Your voice And your ghost

I set out on a dream that I couldn't understand
It made me happy, sad, love, lonely and I don't know what I had

Don't call me by my name All of this is temporary Watch as I slip away For your sake All of this is temporary ... All of this is temporary

One can choose to go back toward safety or forward toward growth. Growth must be chosen again and again; fear must be overcome again and again.

Happiness, ...not in another place but this place - not for another hour, but this hour.