Oh, I remember the days not too far past now, where we'd spend all night talking about how the world is changing. I can't seem to find it, the key to go back there, back to my best days when you were just right there, but the world is changing. No more of those nights spent in simple joy, where there was laughter and pain was destroyed, because the world is changing. Red rivers that flowed all over the downtown on the big screen TV were finally unbound, when the world was changing. I miss them so much that sometimes I think that I could just reach back and they'd come from my sink, but the world is changing. I still remember when I was a child the orange on tree leaves would drive my heart wild, and that is not changing, and a similar redness in rivers and stars is capturing my eye and setting the bar for my world isn't changing.