He walks though walls
In apartments dimly lit
And through narrow halls
That his shoulders barely fit

Her skies of blue
And her shrine to independence
Had never moved,
Like those whom she'd befriended

And they move in each other's direction
And they choose nothing more than what they own
And they drift with the turning of the earth
It's the one certainty they'd known

They search the skies
But the stars maintain their distance
As they burn their eyes,
They feel they're closing in

And they move in each other's direction
And they choose nothing more than what they own
And they drift with the turning of the earth
It's the one certainty they'd known

As they burn their eyes,
They feel they're closing in..