two three four there were days and there were days and there were days between summer flies and august dies and the world grows dark and mean comes the shimmer of the moon on black infested trees the singing man is at his song the holy on their knees the reckless are out wrecking the timid plead their pleas and no one knows much more of this than anyone can see one can see there were days and there were days and there were days besides when phantom ships with phantom sails set to sea on phantom tides comes the lightning of the sun on bright unfocused eyes the blue of yet another day a springtime wet with sighs a hopeful candle lingers in the land of lullabies where headless horsemen vanish with wild and lonely cries lonely cries there were days and there were days and there were days between when all we ever wanted was to learn and run and grow once we grew into our shoes we told them where to go walked halfway around the world on promise of the glow stood upon a mountaintop walked barefoot in the snow gave the best we had to give how much we ll never know never know  there were days and there were days and there were days between polished like a golden bowl the finest ever seen the hearts of summer held in trust still tender young and green left on shelves collecting dust not knowing what they mean valentines of flesh and blood as soft as velveteen hoping love would not forsake the days that lie between lie between 