I'm embarrassed to say it, but I think that you're right.
I've been keeping to myself because of what happened that night.
When the clouds met the ocean, and together they swam.
They circled to the people until they met land
From there they made storms, and washed away trees.
They say that forgetting is always the key.
If thats true am I wrong to want more from myself?
To push boxes of lies high up on a shelf.
Where the only ones watching are the flies on the side.
Who only use wings and have nothing to hide.
Little girl, blow kisses to the world.
Little boy, would you sing all through the night?
I'm waiting for moonlight to hang from the sky, like fireflies on roaming eyes.