i spent a week drinking the sunlight of winnetka, california
where they understand the weight of human hearts
see sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you
with the fear that it eventually departs. 
and the [bad word] is i’ve been dreaming of some tired tranquil place
where the weather won’t get trapped inside my bones
and if all these years of searching find one sympathetic face
then it's there i'll plant these seeds and make my home
i spent a day dreaming of dying in mesa, arizona
the olive green of life had turned to ash
and i felt i was on fire, with the things i could have told you
i just assumed that you eventually would ask
and i wouldn’t have to bring up my so badly broken heart
and all those months i just wanted to sleep
and though spring, it [bad word] slowly, i guess it did its part
my heart has thawed and continues to beat
i visited my brother on the outskirts of olympia
where the forest and the water [bad word] one
and we talked about our childhood, like a dream we were convinced of, that 
perfect peaceful street that we came from
and i know he heard me [bad word] all those sad and simple chords
as i sat inside my room so long ago
and it hurts that he’s still shaking from those secrets that were told by a 
car closed up too tight and a heart turned cold
and i went to san diego
in the birthplace of the summer
and watched the ocean dance under the moon
and there was a girl i knew there, one more potential lover
i guess that something’s gotta happen soon
because i know i can’t keep living in this dead or dying dream
and as i walked along the beach and drank with her
i thought about my [bad word] love, the one i really need
with eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure
they make me pure
they make me pure
i long to be with you