*the ocean between you and me* can sometimes feel like a 
*gleaming apollo*. it just doesn't seem real though, the
*jellyfish are murderers*. here, look through my
*kaleidoscope*. it feels like&nbsp;&nbsp;
*a lesser coming home*, if you know what i mean. but
*when will you come home?* hopefully by the next time i see 
*a snow flake in her hand*. because i promise that 
*i will break you*. and i'll take you. to the 
*caverns*, where in the dark a
*dance pianist plays*. and on this trip i'll be
*leaving the last behind*. sit tight, youre not
*leaving my waiting room*, like in a 
*silent picture*, where in it,
*days all seem the same*.