Well, I saw you by the door frame, your blue coat and honest eyes
And you walked in right by me, (could've sworn I'd catch your eye)
In that brief, eternal moment I saw a wonderful display:
A lost bird, a waning star all along a vacant sea
I still turn my head in spite
One night I sat out on the front step. I heard the Moon sing his refrain
Right in tune with my own voice; right in tune with all my mind
And he was screaming, "Please stay here, my only friend beneath the stars!"
He said, "Keep watch of those you keep; each has a way to cut you thin,"
So I turned my back on him
I haven't seen him for months now, (an apology's long overdue)
But please hear me sing softly, my lost friend above those stars
That portrait still haunts me and there were those who cut me thin
And I miss you so dearly. How could I have frayed our bond?
I still sit out on that step
Then the snow fell in volumes, as if the Heavens had opened up
(What could this mean for me now? How could I record these themes?)
It feel so slowly, like how you took a year to leave;
How you left me so gently; how I never saw you go
It seems the Heavens have closed