Lost in a bright world, dark skies and bright stars.
I see clocks ticking away
I see clouds drifting far.
Smiles filling up a room, and a still face.
Moving music through a frozen day.
I see glasses of pretend.
I see glass of dismay.
Corners filled with dust, and crumbled sheets.
I see birds flying.
I see birds sitting.
Voices mumble among the white walls, and gray ceilings.
I see faces of sorrow.
I see the bottles of my future.