Tall Dreams

You wake up each morning with the sun in your eyes
The day flickers like it’s just been lit
The neighbor plays her piano again
Conquering Beethoven bit by bit
You whistle along to her hesitant notes
While your morning coffee slowly drips
You look out the window
Imagine a world in small scales in which you could easily fit

The beautiful words you read
Describe a sorrowful life you don’t lead
The luxury of imagining getting incredible crops
Without planting the seeds
Instead of breaking a branch
You wait for the wind to bend the tree
You were easily convinced that the only true company
Lies in a sad melody

Oh no no no
Ain’t it time for you to show
What you’re really going for
Oh no no no
Your pride in being small
Hides ambition to be tall

Overdressed, understressed, walking from a to b
In crooked lines is what you do best
You dream of overrunning the world with your silence
Of angels being born in your chest
Now the sun’s going down and the coffee dried up
And the neighbor has unexpected guests
Another day in small scales crumbles
Under the weight of its nothingness

Oh no no no
Ain’t it time for you to show
What you’re really going for
Oh no no no
Your pride in being small
Hides ambition to be tall