First thing we climb a tree, and maybe then we talk Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts Illusions of some day cast in a golden light No dress rehearsal, this is our life And 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 begins I tilted your cloud, you tilted my head Rain falls in real time, and rain fell through the night No dress rehearsal, this is our life But that's where the hornet stung me And I had a serious dream With revenge and doubt Tonight we smoke them out You are ahead by a century And disappointment is getting me down Thanks for watching!