Elsewhere Life -

She doesn’t open often

I want to watch her bloom

I know she’s all the colors my eyes need to use

I missed her for years from

As far as a stone you could throw

She makes the room where I can’t sleep

Feel like a stroll

When she lowers me down in the well of her eyes

I’m alright

Maybe someday she’ll find me in

An elsewhere life

So much for hoping that I am

The one in the wings at the opportune time

I’m getting used to the feeling

If I am the window she’s looking outside

Whens he lowers me down in the well of her eyes

I’m alright

Maybe someday she’ll find me in

An elsewhere life

She doesn’t open often

I want to watch her bloom

I know she’s all the colors my eyes need to use