If there's meaning in all little things then, the phosphenes in my eyes, what do they say?
I know what physics explains, but how can weather change because it rains?

And feelings, what emotions create, then how is it in life that we relate?
The brain is not a toy to frustrate itself because it's ways all modulate.

I could have been there for hours, counting the stars in her eyes,
And the way that she was smiling made my heart rise.
It could have been the last time I'd feel it and the last time I'd mind
but the way that I felt inside made me blind.