I'll paint the strokes of your shadow
and carpet it on my silky floor,
Or I'll hang it against the wall, like a willow,
Where it can lurk behind every sound.

Every snap, every whistle,
Every clatter of each wasted nickel
I had spent on shores that crashed aloud.
Oh, but I paid to see the view anyway.

Every murmur, every whisper
of their fathers telling you what you are.
Oh, but I'll love you the most first,
And I'll cover your pride away into the dark.

4 years of letting you down,
4 years of letting you drown.
Tell me, how could you forgive me now?
Believe me when I'll turn things around.

I'll get you a set of brand-new eyes
that don't blind under the midday light.
I'll get you a brand-mew name,
Much less sounding like a saint
but lesser to prey.

I'll gravitate myself to you again,
Like a loosened knot crying to its thread.
And, when I'll no longer feel the same,
You'll Be Reborn Someday.