Almost sure that roads rebuilt One sky will fall to bury blame Things of water, they, never stay their shape But each night when stars transmit One last face, a broken will All I'm left with is photos' darkened trace Paper lanterns stitched and glued Soak in rain, and seeping through Conforming shape to gravel, bring surface new Unconnected plastic rings set themselves apart at sea Moving left, and shifting never knowing peace sleep don't come easy when my eyes turn to you and i know in two years time you've been away. If I could be honest to you I'd not hide in I'd show to you No metaphor Just what could present to you