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    I run 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