If you call tomorrow, I will dream I was a daughter Running through these brand-new silver streams Turned into dusty roads that we both wandered on We prayed to perfect Avalon We wished for anyone to take us home If you want to build this house with me Oh, what a story This is how they'll all remember me We were the lucky ones that would survive the flood With money flowers in our blood Pretending That we don't know where we've been All the pretty fall We Fell asleep, But we couldn't hear their little words We swam in the rivers, We sang with the birds We gave away our hearts before we knew what they were What a pretty fall I didn't even know We sang out with the birds We gave away our hearts before we knew what they were What they were Oh, what they were