Lyric

Too many arguments replaying behind your eyes

Searching for a meaning under the midnight skies

But the long internal trial can finally freeze

As the wind carries the static away through the trees

Watching the ink of the past fade into the gray

Tired of the sentences you were forced to say

No answers are required to enter this room

Where the constant repetition surrenders its gloom

Look at the starry ceiling waiting for the sun

Every heavy whisper is turning to dust on the run

Leave the tangled records completely outside the mind

There are no cold judgments left for your spirit to find

A beautiful wide-open blankness is holding you close

The flashing blue screens can go and drift in the air

The endless complications that are leading nowhere

You gave them your attention under fluorescent white

But this soft, unpriced vacuum is yours for the night

Look at the starry ceiling waiting for the sun

Every heavy whisper is turning to dust on the run

Leave the tangled records completely outside the mind

There are no cold judgments left for your spirit to find

A beautiful wide-open blankness is holding you close

Close both your eyelids and let your memory deep

There are no more numbers or scores left to keep

Just you and my breathing, the world can just wait

We locked all the old echoes outside of the gate

The physical texture of the blanket covers your frame

The quiet design of the house forgets your professional name

Holding your presence tight until the friction decrease

The separate fragments of the day accept this unwritten peace

Look at the starry ceiling waiting for the sun

Every heavy whisper is turning to dust on the run

Leave the tangled records completely outside the mind

There are no cold judgments left for your spirit to find

A beautiful wide-open blankness is holding you close

Look at the ceiling

The records are gone

Holding you close