First thing we'd climb a tree

And maybe then we'd talk

Or sit silently

And listen to our thoughts

With illusions of someday

Cast in a golden light

No dress rehearsal

This is our life

And that's where the hornet stung me

And I had a feverish dream

Tonight we smoke them out

Stare in the morning shroud

And then the day began

I tilted your cloud

You tilted my hand

Rain falls in real time

And rain fell through the night

No dress rehearsal, this is our life

But that's when the hornet stung me

And I had a serious dream

Tonight we smoked them out

And disappointing you is gettin' me down