painted pictures, 2 am driftings the sound of the rain candles shift the walls, moving sharply what's left to explain
when you told me you ought to be going I could sense how the night was exploding
if I told you that I noticed if I told you this for certain you'd see me as scarred your eyes so strained, so innocent in a sense it's the way we both are
so don't show me the home you've recaptured don't remind me, I was there when it shattered each time I returned to the ocean I walked on the cold sandand it taught me
to float, like a bird across the sky watching all the moments ease by feeling close enough to try
in the darkness in a shadow in the places only I know I run from the rain my eyes so wide so desperate to pull light from the pain
so don't show me I learned my own balance don't remind me, my whole world was challenged each time I return to the ocean I close my eyes, I listen
I float, like a bird across the sky watching all the moments ease by feeling close enough to try close enough this time
in this strange place there's no direction to guide us around the ones that move slowly keep to the ground and in some distant time when your reflection appears a stranger from some other day I'll know what you're thinking I'll feel the same way
I float, like a bird across the sky time and time again I know why I feel close enough to try
I close my eyes and
float, across the sky watching as the moments ease by so close, close enough to try