The stranger in the box
The figurine in the stand
The doll house in gray
There's a light in the window
But from the inside

There's emptiness in the heart
Warmth in the room
There's dreams that bloom and fade
But your visage moves in static
In the old black and white picture

I'm asking
I'm dreaming
Are you there?

Can you hear the song, once felt in the distance?

The waves are crashing
I'm waiting for the calm of low-tide

Will you echo back to me, a nostalgic memory?

I'm praying
In the silence
The birdsong is lifting me on its wings
The blue blue sky
I know I've seen it before

Before I wake
I want to feel the warmth

Of your Hand
on my cheek