I can finally hear the silence
Not afraid to take the ring to my ear
To long, to scared, of the thoughts it paid me
To long, to scared
I finally found a little shelter
Here inside
A little peace with the spacious room it gave me
All that matters is the colors
The colors of the painting

And all the spoons of sugar to keep my eyes awake
Too many nights to watch the forms the shadows take
And in my lungs, the kites
The kites that fly away

The scent of vanilla reaches my remote control fan
The moon calls to be lassoed from my window
Deep within the pages, I forget to light the match
That takes my breath away