would that I were, what I'm not yet. But I'm getting there I don't know where but I'm getting there day by day. your warm and brown like the sun on peugeot sound. and I'm going there I'm getting there like warm golden hair by moonlight. strong as the sun by winter gone and back again is as lost I had ever planned to be. and like a dream ripped away by negligent coffee, only this time its a savior. dream as ripe as running round me and I've been there I am going there I'm going where I belong here, is where I am safe.