Hey stormy eyes is there no relief
My dark eyes remember all the singing
In the black air to you, and to things unseen
Sometimes you're just standing there
With the hot air dripping through your hands
The heat soaks through your skin to your bones
Hands overtop and underneath covering everyone
Is there no relief, for broken hearts?
Are we just filling up space, with broken parts?
Keep on driving steady and slow
Watching the orange sky changing shape
When you think you've got it all figured out
You are not even close
Standing in a doorway, lost in reverie
Looking for your shadow...
Then the sunlight He came along
And ruined everything and everyone
Is there magic in these hands?
Is there magic in your mind?
All this time all this time...
Two people are living two lives...