The meadows stretch out like a green-lush wall A distant ringing echoes down the hall I’m drifting through the smell of silver light Beyond the reach of morning or the night here is no weight, there is no ticking clock Just the steady rhythm of the lock And the waves are breaking high above the floor I can’t remember what I’m waiting for The sky is turning velvet, deep and wide With nowhere left to run and nowhere left to hide The faces in the frames begin to blur A memory of the person that I were It’s quiet now, the static’s finally gone The fever’s broken at the break of dawn I’m only watching from a miles away A ghost within the theater of the day And the waves are breaking high above the floor I can’t remember what I’m waiting for The sky is turning velvet, deep and wide With nowhere left to run and nowhere left to hide
