Come tear the stars from the sky The silver linings from the clouds That slowly render the view Over futures that will never be These watercolour landscapes Disappearing into the rain
Withered and frail All lost in the rain All lost in the rain I was not lost in a good way I was not lost in a good way
Something I knew Always to lose Worlds that we built With silence not words These confined oceans Bursting into life
Slowly detach Those brittle hands That should have carried us To brighter futures To lasting dawns To a deeper understanding