Beautiful Mess

These days it's hard to find you
Picking lilacs in the garden
Wondering what you think about time
But those days are now over

Vaguely drifting
Vaguely being
That beautiful mess

These days is hard to find
You across the garden
Wondering what I think about time
But those days are now gone

Vaguely drifting
Vaguely being
That beautiful mess

Sleepless nights and hollow dreams
Now become part of my routine
Half awake I stayed up
Moons away, you were the same

Vaguely drifting, vaguely being

(Thе Earth might not seem of any particular interest
But for us, it’s differеnt. Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of)