[00:20.340]Since we last spoke
[00:24.050]The past eleven weeks
[00:28.000]The stacks of paper left me feeling
[00:33.690]Like sentience is not quite what it seems
[00:41.050]When we last wrote
[00:45.060]It was the sun and me
[00:48.830]With cliffs as high
[00:50.790]And fears as deep with my
[00:54.390]Magnum opus, my starry-eyed recitative
[01:02.850]The color on these trees
[01:07.850]It's like something from a movie
[01:14.030]Last night I smiled
[01:18.340]While laughing at a moonbeam
[01:21.980]We're all moving
[01:33.540]I felt awoke
[01:37.360]Our summer music spree
[01:41.700]My reflections on being cut free
[01:47.280]It's turning out to be the strength I need
[01:54.760]I hope you know
[01:58.340]That there's still joy for me
[02:02.340]In fleeting moments I take relief
[02:07.430]In my suspicion that these past months
[02:11.410]Were a dream
[02:16.220]You should see these trees
[02:21.010]It's like something from a movie
[02:26.980]And when she smiles
[02:31.810]The earth's no longer moving
[02:35.450]The thought's soothing