She doesn’t open often
I want to watch her bloom
I know she’s all the colors my eyes need to use
I missed her for years from
As far as a stone you could throw
She makes the room where I can’t sleep
Feel like a stroll
When she lowers me down in the well of her eyes
I’m alright
Maybe someday she’ll find me in
An elsewhere life
So much for hoping that I am
The one in the wings at the opportune time
I’m getting used to the feeling
If I am the window she’s looking outside
Whens he lowers me down in the well of her eyes
I’m alright
Maybe someday she’ll find me in
An elsewhere life
She doesn’t open often
I want to watch her bloom
I know she’s all the colors my eyes need to use
