Pictures

I'm out here gently drifting We get so lost in the past Like letting go of the future Knowing yesterday won't last So I'll cut the cable The time is now we've made it safe so far Escape into the light of the Moon and the shooting stars To where you are The clock hands stall their ticking Maybe the Universe is numb Venus shining clear and pleasant Among the mother's many Suns So I'll make up stories To put the darkness in disguise Escape into the light of the Moon and the shooting stars To where you are So I'll paint the picture Watch the colours, as they slowly dry Escape into the light of the Moon and the shooting stars To where you are