Ahead by a century...

First thing, we climb a tree
and maybe then we 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 when 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 rehearsal,
this is our life

That's when 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 disappointing you is getting me down