I'm afraid it's been too long
to try to find the reasons why
I let my world close in around
a smaller patch of fading sky;
but now I've grown beyond the walls,
to where I've never been,
and it's still winter in my wonderland.
And I'm waiting for the world to fall,
waiting for the scene to change,
waiting when the colours come -
I'm waiting to let my world come undone.
I close my eyes and try to see
the world unbroken underneath,
farther off and already,
it just might make the life I lead
a little more than make-believe,
when all my skies are painted blue
and all the clouds don't ever change
the shape of who I am to you...
When I catch the light of falling stars,
my view is changing me.