Matt: “Green was the color of the grass, where I used to read at Centennial Park. I used to think I would meet somebody there. Teal was the color of your shirt, when you were sixteen at the yogurt shop. You used to work at to make a little money. Time, curious time. Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think… All along there was some Invisible string, tying you to me?” (Next text the rest of the song?)