They say time grows us apart
but when the sky is dark
I see the billion lives who left are shining hand in hand
then why they sing a lie
is it because we die?
and walls of paint which brushed our heart won't brush us up again
But my eyes they do deny
like them it'd never lie
it’s you they say that holds the brush so it’s you for which they cry
but fools they'll never try
to see the open sky
and see that you are here for now and here you are to be
that light may never fall
on eyes that are too small
so they loose and cry their tears dry when they aren't even losing a grain
it is a funny pain, you lose nothing but you gain
only if they could but lift their heads and see the shining blaze
only if they could be more an eye and less of a pretty phrase.