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  [bad word] 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