And as they'll sit in the dark each watching the spot on the ceiling The fan will turn slow There'll be nowhere to go to And just as the years They grow strong for each other The sheets will say home The door knobs will drown under the noise Coming from outside of their kingdom The people want more Using the horse that will creep like white noise through the background of their sadness She'll tell him to stop He'll tell her he's like that because even at the most happiest time of her being People stay gone The past is the past But it's still here between the fan, the doors, the knobs and the ceiling But the laughter will drown And for one little moment, he will forget She will be his Everything just for a minute The future is here The flowers are smelling Oh
And as they'll sit in the dark each watching the spot on the ceiling The fan will turn slow There'll be nowhere to go to And just as the years They grow strong for each other The sheets will say home The door knobs will drown under the noise Coming from outside of their kingdom The people want more Using the horse that will creep like white noise through the background of their sadness She'll tell him to stop He'll tell her he's like that because even at the most happiest time of her being People stay gone The past is the past But it's still here between the fan, the doors, the knobs and the ceiling But the laughter will drown And for one little moment, he will forget She will be his Everything just for a minute The future is here The flowers are smelling Oh
