[Opening narration]
"Well I mean that there are the colors, the beauties, the designs, the beautiful way things appear.
People themselves, [some] people that I [talk of] appear fascinating, interesting, wonderful...but that's only the beginning."

When I think of all the colors
I've stowed away
What I gave to you
And you alone
Was all there was to take

When I think of all the colors
I know you hold of mine
They're old, and cracked, and dry.

When I think of all the
[Vocalizing]

And I noticed
That you smile with your teeth in your pictures now
It's the best thing I've seen in a while

I've been getting pretty used
To making plans and watching fate take 'em dancing
And you can love a man
And hate the vanish

Mmmmmmm

I think I'll give yesterday some space

When I think of all the colors
I stowed away
What I gave to you
And you alone
Was all there was to take

When I think of all the colors
I know you hold of mine
They're old, and cracked, and dry.

If you're score keeping this is chapter six
Wish I knew back in boardwalk
That the story line woulda look liked this
Wish the homies weren't so spaced out
Wish it felt like world actually gave a shit
I wish
I wish that I could write the sweetest melody to save the voice in your head
Or paint a portrait of the view through my lens
If you could see what I see in you maybe we could make our peace with the ledge

[Ending narration]
"Suddenly you notice that there aren't these separations.
That we are not on a separate island shouting across to somebody else trying to hear what they're saying and misunderstanding them.
You know. You used the word yourself: empathy.
These things underneath. We're part of a single continent.
It meets underneath the water.
And with that goes such sweet delight.
The sober certainty of waking bliss."