Blue Skies; A-line.

Blue skies, A-line, hello sunshine.
through your broken bedroom window,
the golden sun burned down the sky,
and now the light is in your eyes,
what do you have to say for yourself?
all the clouds had hidden your words,
but now you've opened up the world,
everything's found its way back home.
i wish the city would hush its sound,
maybe then you could see some sense,
it's the hardest thing to find in your head,
think in reverse; maybe it's found.
it doesn't matter if you're writing songs,
when you're empty on the weekend,
hanging on some gravity pull,
watching the world from the bright side,
metal fingers can't scrape the sky,
misplace the motion in the rhyme,
this isn't lost it's just out of order.
and i can see the wind outside,
the trees were born to show me so,
i know how to shine from underground,
i share my secrets with the sun,
the branches aren't obstructing,
they're just pointing at the obstacle.
so if you're dreaming of solutions,
you've not got the talent.
if you're dreaming of the weather,
you'll find the river flows back wards.
it's not too late to make mistakes,
they're souvenirs of your wrong turns,
you must be up to something,
because i know the sunshine burns.
make a move, I'll try to stay awake for this.