Silence steps with every moment 

The blue subsides and draws me in 

The windmills pass again 

As does the burnt grass 

Blame it on a cigarette 

Soon I'll know this way by heart 

It tore us apart when we couldn't visit 

This river runs so dry 

Still we drowned 

With closed eyes 

Through braided hearts the winds blow broken 

The skies above are lined with the blades 

The sun slows down again 

Behind blackened hillsides 

Where shadows fall with these regrets 

This drive is drawing pictures 

In the heat above 

Trying to convince me 

of a different kind of love. 

(this drive is drawing pictures in my skies)