yellow walls that shine like silver dark green windows stare never closed from yellow walls that shine like silver through the hands I choose to hold
painting night life in searching question cannot catch the shadow that is me running naked and unmentioned through the death of a saltless sea
no one knows me in the morning no one sees me go walking by and if I listen while no one answers the winds can only echo a goodbye
while through your windows and through your walls I see you're made of crystal light I see you running and never moving I see you waiting for my knife
through yellow walls that shine like silver dark green windows stare never clothes through yellow walls that shine like silver through the hands I choose to hold