Your heart is a city Your eyes are a fixture The mind tells a story With ten thousand pictures We stumble upon it Fell through the ceiling tiles
We drew up a landscape We climbed down a ladder Carved out a memory To follow the pattern And now on a clear glass wall I can see my faith You know it's never too late
Oh, if you're hearing this I must have made it through Oh, when the clouds are burned Open up my window I see the sky's still blue
A vision is a portrait A palate of colors We swim in an ocean With blindfolded lovers And now that I've found my side Oh, I finally realize that it was there the whole time
Oh, if you're hearing this I must have made it through Oh, when the clouds are burned Open up my window I see the sky's still blue
I see that the sky is still blue
Oh, if you're hearing this I must have made it through Oh, when the clouds are burned Open up my window I see the sky's still blue
Oh, if you're hearing this I must have made it through Oh, if you're hearing this I see the sky's still blue
Compositor: Drew R Fortson (Andrew Belle) ECAD: Obra #38827695