Painted pictures, 2 am driftings
the sound of the rain
candles shift the walls, moving sharply
what's left to explain
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when you told me you ought to be going
i could sense how the night was exploding
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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
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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
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to float, like a bird across the sky
watching all the moments ease by
feeling close enough to try
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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
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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
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i float, like a bird across the sky
watching all the moments ease by
feeling close enough to try
close enough this time
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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
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i float, like a bird across the sky
time and time again i know why
i feel close enough to try
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i close my eyes and
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float, across the sky
watching as the moments ease by
so close, close enough to try