porcupine tree
where we would be
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