Staring out at the stars and wondering what it is to die
Wondering if tomorrow I’ll wake up beneath a different sky
Different colours, different Hues or maybe just a shade of blue
A land dwelling soul contemplating what it is to fly
Yet there’s something inside, I don’t know what it is but it lifts me
So that I can stand on what others would consider the floor
But it’s dizzying to me and right there is where it hits me
I’m standing close to the Sun closer than I’ve been before
Burning up in the light and suddenly craving the shade
Sudden as a knife, and it’s always me holding the blade
Holding fast, holding tight trying to do what’s right
Thinking on where the hell those definitions are made
Someone calls me and I don’t know who he is, but he sees me
He gives me a home and he leaves me a key to the door
He asks for nothing of me so loving him is easy
He is questions, not answers, no more lies not anymore
