Drifting through space
I still see the trees
My heart is beating fast
It brings me to my knees
My coloured glass reflection
Is far from being broken
I defuse noise around
Won't listen to lies spoken
My heart is in a safe
I'm drifting away
To another shore
The sun is on my face
Distance can be easy
A choice made alone
Sometimes curtains open
I look toward the road
Happiness it comes in a jar
Open eyes to see
Your face vanishing
But never so completely
Heart in a safe
I'm drifting away
To another shore
The sun is on my face
About the Creator
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