Amidst a hundred artistic roller skating girls
There's a father taking a picture of his boy
Amidst a hundred empty chests washed onto the barren shore
There's one containing the wonder
Inconspicuously grateful
Palms towards the sun
Inconspicuously beautiful
Nothing was left undone
A postcard attached to the door
You are no stranger no more
A bag of liquorice and a sincere "Thank you"
An appreciating tap on the shoulder
From the mourning man on a cold, cold winter's night
Inconspicuously grateful
Palms towards the sun
Inconspicuously beautiful
Nothing was left undone
Leave the lantern
To illuminate
The rain running
Down these windows