I closed my eyes,
Only to see more open inside my head,
I'm slipping on all their tears,
Though I can tell that they want to speak,
They've got no mouths to speak with,
But I can feel their emotions through my speakers.

I'm unable to run far,
But when their chemical tears slip through me,
I am given the strength to point my pain to sound,
I'm avoiding every eye that says he'd die to survive.

Then those eyes bring me happiness,
Along with the love for the sound of the piano,
Step up to the plate I need to go,
These eyes won't let me go,
I appreciate that but I need to walk further than ever before.

I'm unable to run far,
But when their chemical tears slip through me,
I am given the strength to point my pain to sound,
I'm avoiding every eye that says he'd die to survive.

It's getting cold in my eyelids,
December's coming,
Though it's far,
It feels so close,
But I've got things to do,
Things to keep moving until the very day I die.

I'm unable to run far,
But when their chemical tears slip through me,
I am given the strength to point my pain to sound,
I'm avoiding every eye that says he'd die to survive.