The Sound of Jazz

Silver moon, these eyes are watching the water

More romantic than the sound of jazz bleeding through these walls

The illusion of a wine running down our throats

To get to the end of the night without any injuries

We've got the answers swimming in our blood, swimming

Sleep with our socks on, we never know how cold it gets in this room

I can see my breath but tell me, why can't I see yours

Watching the lights dim, watching my fingers moving, bleeding

Be her eyes, leave her alone

Wake up and stand tall

They're waiting outside of your door

We can't stop

If we slow down now, we'll never get there

And that's fine

This X marks the spot not where a life begins but where a life begins to matter

Be her eyes, leave her alone