Following:
In your eyes, I watch how something dies
I was sitting in my chair, waiting for your call
There was a forest fire burning, somewhere
There was war
There were pictures of a plane crash from the day before
Images of people, at the mall
I’m telling you
As if you didn’t already know
I’m still fond of you
And I think about you
Most of the time
So what
As if you didn’t already know
Let me think about it, for a minute
There was a forest fire burning, somewhere
There was war
There were pictures of you, from the day before
Images of people, you could see them fall
I’m telling you
As if you didn’t already know
I’m still fond of you
And I think about you
Most of the time
So what
As if you didn’t already know
I was waiting
Maybe faking
No, just waiting
Contemplating
When the roses die and the angels fly
I won’t go back again, with a dry eye
I’m telling you
As if you didn’t already know
I’m still fond of you
And I think about you
Most of the time
So what
As if you didn’t already know
Erased from the darkness, the rules of decay fold like bones given back to the earth.
I’ll vacuum the spaces used to separate me from you, you from me, death from birth.
My aim is slightly high, in the silent night, in the silent night.
If the stars can align all of man with night sky, then why can’t my heart mend the break?
But I’ll love you in the same, cause it’s only a dream, and the dreamer is bound to awake.
My aim is slightly high, in the silent night, in the silent night.
I thought I saw you by the side,
Illuminating foreign climes.
A figment, a splinter, a vessel for me.
To wander as freely as I’ll ever be.
Shrapnel stars puncture brightly,
Wounding skies that stretch so widely.
Other dunes of dust, in shades of rust
Where shadows claim the both of us.
Is that an answer or is this an echo?
Are you the answer or are you an echo?
These godly skies kindly provide
The perfect scene for our goodbyes.
A providence, so palpable
It sets aflutter, palpiter.
Bleached by the moonlight
Bathed in bone white
Undercover of cobalt and shelter of slate
You appeared immaculate.
Is than an answer or is this an echo?
Are you the answer or are you an echo?
I know that distance lends enchantment to the view
But I know that I see you and I know you see me too
And so I called out.
