I guess this is heaven, I hope it's just like the song
At a book fair in fall, alone in a church parking lot

It's not art, it's something much smaller than that

Then I felt it's bloom, different shades of blue
The static swelled in me right
I closed my eyes and wanted to cry

It's not art, it's something much softer than that

It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt
And probably ever seen