First we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talk or sit silently and listen to our thoughts with illusions of someday casting a golden light no dress rehearsal, this is our life that's where the hornet stung me and i had a feverish dream with revenge and doubt tonight, we smoke them out you are ahead by a century stare in the morning shroud and then the day began i tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night no dress rehearsan, this is our life that's when the hornet stung me and i had a serious dream with revenge and doubt tonight, we smoked them out you are ahead by a century but this is our life and disappointing you's gettin' me down