one day, we will get up obscenely early and sit on the docks with a thermos of expensive black coffee (it's a one time thing) and we'll talk of life and how ugly seagulls are. i'll play you this song that i wrote just for you. and we'll play songs for hours and our vocal chords will go out but we won't care, we'll keep on singing.

lunchtime will roll around and we’ll go get chow mein, because that’s always good any time. the sun will feel nice on our fingertips that have been frozen since winter. then we will drive in your barely working car to seattle. and we'll see laser floyd or laser radiohead again. and we'll drive home singing wish you were here, and it'll play through our heads as we dream.