Skim across the water
Cold in my hand
Oceans of them
But this one is mine
Veins of time
A constant reminder
Cluttered, hidden, upright and solid
Predictable
Yet beautiful
The gateway to my world
No matter how strong
Something still feels wrong
We're skimming stones
All the Way home
The systematic ought to turn out the same
As it brushes across the window pane
Causing the uncomfortable blue streak
Cluttered, hidden, upright and solid
Predictable
Yet beautiful
The gateway to my world
No matter how strong
Something still feels wrong
We're skimming stones
All the way home
All the way home
All the way home
All the way home
All the way home
All the way home
All the way home
All the way home