Portrait

It is hard to forget how it went that night

Silhouettes burning out

Broken like glass from the second floor

Washed by a rush when the flooding came down, down, down

We were cut from the vine of our parents' hands

Ran from the noise to the minivan

Lost down a path, got turned around

Since Jill moved to Ada, Amy burned out, out, out

Your eyes are talking

And they don't seem fine to me

May as well be walking

Away with your eyes turned from me

Away with your eyes turned from me

Bringing all I knew to what I don't know

Two years later and you still have a hold

Hold my breath to the top of the hill

See the world move while I'm standing still-hill-hill

Your eyes are talking

And they don't seem fine to me

May as well be walking

Away with your eyes turned from me

Away with your eyes turned from me

Hmm-hmm-hmm

Hmm-hmm-hmm