He walks though walls In apartments dimly lit And through narrow halls That his shoulders barely fit
Her skies of blue And her shrine to independence Had never moved, Like those whom she'd befriended
And they move in each other's direction And they choose nothing more than what they own And they drift with the turning of the earth It's the one certainty they'd known
They search the skies But the stars maintain their distance As they burn their eyes, They feel they're closing in
And they move in each other's direction And they choose nothing more than what they own And they drift with the turning of the earth It's the one certainty they'd known
As they burn their eyes, They feel they're closing in..
