Like waking up to a sunrise
After so many cloudy mornings
It’s like coming home from a long cold walk
And going to sit by a roaring fire
Like closing your eyes to a symphony
When all your radio’s been playing for days
Is the white noise we ask to hear

your thoughts are like the stars
stars you can’t look at
or else they disappear
you can only grasp at them
out of the corner of your eyes

your statements are like the sun
blindingly bright
impossible to face without turning
quickly away they slip from me
I raise a hand for shade

To sit here and feel these feelings
To talk to you again
Is like a refreshing drink of water
After stumbling, blind, on the plains
My heart has been clenched too much
Held too tight against its will
I’ve wasted too many chances
I want this to be real
I want this to be real