had this dream where you and me were lost somewhere in joshua trees discussing all these little things how they used to be all those freckles and constellations stuck inside my imagination running wild running through the light all these dreams may fade and only time will tell if we were ever real was this all a fallacy to grownups playing make believe were we truly meant to be all those numbers all those pages hope we wind up on the same one again some day cause all your records and dirty t shirts all reminders of what we were i d throw them all away all these dreams may fade and only time will tell if we were ever real was this all a fallacy to grownups playing make believe were we truly meant to be was this all a fallacy to grownups playing make believe were we truly meant to be all these dreams may fade and only time will tell if we were ever real was this all a fallacy to grownups playing make believe were we truly meant to be 