Tied, tied to a time
When we knew that the sun would shine
And you were all smiles
And we could just talk for a while

Of where we would be when the future comes
And how you would paint while I wrote my songs

If I could find you
And tell you about my life
Or maybe just write
And remind you of when we would dream

Of where we would be when the future comes
And how you would paint while I wrote my songs

Strange how you never become
The person you see when you're young

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): STEVEN WILSON