The Sound

The Sound
If I only had an ocean to compliment the sky
I'd pull it down
And paint it for you
And I'd never question why
'Cause red would mean you loved me
And blue would mean you cared
But black my heart when left alone
To cold and killing stares.
This is the burning of a dream.

The sound now turns to silence
But ill keep spinning around
Naked in the rain of my own tears
As they fall into the
Bucket of your apologies
While closing everyone else's eyes
Because your own are shut
Not to see the volume rise again.
Feels like I'm waiting in the last hiding place on earth
Hangman's noose tight round my neck
But I'm saved and
For 100,000 memories
Been washed ashore
Be swept again by forever
And sailed away from you.
The sound now turns to silence
But I'll keep spinning around
Naked in the rain of my own tears
As they fall into the
Bucket of your apologies
While closing everyone else's eyes
Because your own are shut
Not to see the volume rise again.
Only you could row my boat ashore
If only you could set my fears at rest
But until lack of sympathies regress
I'm still waiting, I'm still waiting
For your call.

The sound now turns to silence
But I'll keep spinning around
Naked in the rain of my own tears
As they fall into the
Bucket of your apologies
While closing everyone else's eyes
Because your own are shut
Not to see the volume rise again.