This rough stage you didn’t plan on
The words to say sweet
Knowing more than what others think
Hoping someone out there to reach
With sound falling on the walls
It’s my eyes above it all
Caressing you as you sway
The light shining comes from the highway
A playground most don’t know
Why the things you say are just things
Not to be accumulated
Swept on the melody of melancholy
Carrying the crowd
The sway below meeting feet of many
Like the oceans tide
The rise and break on window panes
To release breath of air
That way I may actually touch you
