I know an author who spends a lot of her time being sad, so I wrote this for her. |
When you close your eyes All is grey And you feel a little hollow And the days seem to fade away There is nothing left for you to do I speak my lines And the notes between connect us Through the bars of a rhyme I will be there for you When you close your eyes, watch the darkness inside I’ll still be here calling out to you When you look inside, and the fire that burnt has died I’ll still be here calling out to you All is grey And that used to fill you with hope Beneath endless symmetry The world is blank canvas and gentle slopes But the shapes that you paint Stretch like hours of the day Beneath the constant heavens All colours are just grey When you close your eyes, watch the darkness inside I’ll still be here calling out to you When you look inside, and the fire that burnt has died I’ll still be here calling out to you - And as put your head into your hands And cry, I’ll still understand And as your pour your soul into a glass And pour it out; I’ll still hold your hand All is grey And you feel a little hollow And the days seem to fade away There is nothing left for you to do And as put your head into your hands And cry, I’ll still understand And as your pour your soul into a glass And pour it out; I’ll still hold your hand - Tracing shadows, dancing on the wall Watching the sands of time trickle past us all And fly, as the wind blows into the velvet light The shadows walk across the land as day runs into night As the world is ever moving, whirring silently in space Like the motion of a clocks hand encircling its face So the darkness on the outside doesn’t seem so sad and strange Just a better way to frame the constancy of change When you close your eyes, theres only darkness inside I’ll still be here calling out to you When you look inside, and the fire that burnt has died I’ll still be here calling out to you |