Lyric

The blue sky remains on my eyelids

A gleam shines through the clouds

After sitting down

I turn my pencil alone

A faint line sways, connecting the bridges of the world

(Hey, can you hear me?)

The sky is still quiet

I wrote words before they became voices

I drew stars for myself

They're not dazzling, but they're not wrong

The slightly misaligned lines

Seem to lead to you

Dancing in the winter light

I write the lines of our lives in the corner of a test

They're still blurred now

But those blurs are my town

I drew stars for yesterday

The echoing sound of the pencil fades

The slightly rounded lines

Seem to connect us

A drop falls on the erased mark

And a light like a voice is born

I drew stars for the me of today

Lined up with my mistakes as they are

The slightly blurred lines

Seem to protect tomorrow

I draw pictures

I turn the unlighted stars into sound and leave them behind