Your heart is a city,
Your eyes are a fixture,
The mind tells a story
With ten thousand pictures,
We stumble upon it,
Fell through the ceiling tiles.
We drew up a landscape,
We climbed down a ladder
Carved out a memory
To follow the pattern,
And now on a clear glass wall
I can see my faith,
You know it’s never too late.
Oh, if you’re hearing this,
I must have made it through.
Oh, when the clouds are burned,
Open up my window,
I see the sky’s still blue.
A vision is a portrait,
A palate of colors,
We swim in an ocean
With blindfolded lovers,
And now that I’ve found my side,
Oh, I finally realize that it was there the whole time.
Oh, if you’re hearing this,
I must have made it through.
Oh, when the clouds are burned,
Open up my window,
I see the sky’s still blue.
I see that the sky is still blue.
Oh, if you’re hearing this,
I must have made it through.
Oh, when the clouds are burned,
Open up my window,
I see the sky’s still blue.
Oh, if you’re hearing this,
I must have made it through.
Oh, if you’re hearing this,
I see the sky’s still blue.