It's alright, sunshine,
it's just a little piece of tomorrow
falling off the tip of the hangnail moon
that's swinging low up in the sky.
Don't bother to worry,
if reality is all that you effect it to be
then you can wish away every photograph...
the metal hearts can rust over in the rain.
Remember dancing around on the ice?
We twirled so fast and fell down,
we fell down just like snowflakes...
maybe that was the foreshadow of a warmer spring.
We used to go off and hide, just you and me,
and tell each other those little secrets;
those little secrets I penned about...
you squirreled them away into your memory.
But it's alright, sunshine,
because your memory was never real...
we were never really snowflakes anyway.
Maybe we should forget.
