My mind is draped with plans,
these castle daydreams, pencil nevers, paper snow..
The world is only cold
except for you.
For you, I do.
We go on.
And when at times afraid
that they might steal my box of crayon stars
and spinning spoons,
alone Ill gaze the moons
to look for you.
For you, I do.
We go on.
Beside these heaven spotted sheets of songs I write for you,
there keeps a jar of a billion tomorrows breaking through.
We go on.
If I am no one now,
Gods hand I stay that way,
and time behind me grows,
I will always know there was you.
For you, I do.
We go on.