yellow walls that shine like silver
dark green windows stare never closed
from yellow walls that shine like silver
through the hands I choose to hold
painting night life in searching question
cannot catch the shadow that is me
running naked and unmentioned
through the d**h of a saltless sea
no one knows me in the morning
no one sees me go walking by
and if I listen while no one answers
the winds can only echo a goodbye
while through your windows
and through your walls
I see you're made of crystal light
I see you running and never moving
I see you waiting for my knife
through yellow walls that shine like silver
dark green windows stare never clothes
through yellow walls that shine like silver
through the hands I choose to hold