I stand before the most cloudy of waters
I survey the scene with reserved apprehension
There’s something not right here, like I’ve been here before
It’s strangely familiar
It’s almost uncomfortably comfortable
Perhaps it will be fine to feel at home here
Hands immersed in oceans without floors
Tracing glass with absent fingertips
One kiss separates us from our latency
Words collide, repeat, subside, give way to better things
The water recedes and all that she reads is torn
Away, away
Perhaps it will be fine to feel at home here
Hands immersed in oceans without floors
With every shortened breath, I explore the further depths
Reaching out towards the furthest shores
A heart is not a fragile thing
To break a heart is not an easy thing
Through your silver tears, I will comfort you
Take you by the hand, lead you home as best I can
As the days wear thin, under cloudy skies
We will stretch them out, fill them up as best as we know how
When the last train home lets its whistle blow
You’ll be left behind to combat the rising tide
Through your silver tears, I will comfort you
Chase away your fears, lead you home
Through the hollow deluge
