Via Zooley

One day you'll see her and you'll know what I mean.
Take her of leave her she will still be the same.
She'll not try to buy you with her time.
But nothing's the same, as you will see when she's gone.

You dream of colors that have never been made,
You imagine songs that have never been played.
They will try to buy you and your mind.
Only the curious have something to find.