To dream of you and not say a word
Seldom been so sure before
Paper cuts, everything I’ve done.
Mirror’s lies, mother’s sigh
Light the candle,
Watch the road unwind.
Is there trouble now in silence?
Like paper walls and empty halls,
Burn it down.
Break them down.
Down the valley where tears come to an end
Too far down
The places you’ll never see
The things you will never know.
Across the ravines where I found you waiting,
Through the green, where colours collide,
My storm is resting.