He walks though walls
In apartments dimly lit
And through narrow halls
That his shoulders barely fit
Her skies of blue
And her shrine to independence
Had never moved,
Like those whom she'd befriended
And they move in each other's direction
And they choose nothing more than what they own
And they drift with the turning of the earth
It's the one certainty they'd known
They search the skies
But the stars maintain their distance
As they burn their eyes,
They feel they're closing in
And they move in each other's direction
And they choose nothing more than what they own
And they drift with the turning of the earth
It's the one certainty they'd known
As they burn their eyes,
They feel they're closing in..
