Your heart is a city
Your eyes are a fixture
The mind tells a story
With ten thousand pictures
We stumble upon it
Fell through the ceiling tiles
We drew up a landscape
We climbed down a ladder
Carved out a memory
To follow the pattern
And I want a clear glass wall
I can see my faith
You know it's never too late
Oh if you're hearing this
I must have made it through
Oh when the clouds above are overlooking my window
I see the sky's still blue
A vision's a poetry
A palette of colors
We swim in an ocean
We're blindfolded lovers
And now that I've found my sight
Oh I finally realize
That it was there the whole time
Oh if you're hearing this
I must have made it through
Oh when the clouds above are overlooking my window
I see the sky's still blue
Oh if you're hearing this
I must have made it through
Oh when the clouds above are overlooking my window
I see the sky's still blue