I dreamed I was a secret
That no one really knows
Except the woman who told me
She wrote my name into the snow

And I was about some numbers
On a computer screen somewhere
An empty office with no windows
And freezing cold conditioned air

While their dogs keep waiting
For their humans to come home
Patiently and regardless
In empty homes alone

One year is seven
A day seems like two weeks
Some go faster some go slower
Because of different heartbeatspeeds
One year is seven
A day seems like two weeks
Some go faster some go slower
Because of different heartbeatspeeds