Well There are no fine lines
Or there are more than I can draw
Got across some here and there
Between each after and before
Tying everything together
So I can't fake it anymore
And so it means too much
Please let the possible be still
Let's settle in this place
Along the valley and the hill
Till the seam between what may be
And what won't be and what will
Where do we start
When do my friends come over
What matters now though
Is can you reach the windowsill?