slowly, we drifted downhill… late in the evening… should have been wearing something warmer, it’s cold… down there in the valley, where we first met, it must be warmer, like when we first met… don’t want to go back… let’s keep drifting downhill, and tell me about your dreams… she told me only this afternoon, that dreams are the purest form of expression… tell me, and I’ll tell you another… I’ll tell you that I’ve realized how to keep afloat mid-air… you just have to forget the gravity of life, the gravity of truth, the gravity of death… it is not the forgetting that you must focus on though, you must have a light heart… a heart that can take the sweetest flights of fantasy… so light that even the softest gust of wind lifts your spirit… I could show you right now, but my heart is heavy, as we drift downhill… down to the valley, where we live, you and me… tell me about your dreams, dreams that have wings… my heart will learn for yours… and together we’ll fly… we’ll fly up to the grasslands… up there… where every breath is beautiful… we’ll not feel the cold together, you and me… we’ll be warm…