Opening a Door

I’m painting you a picture

With every thought i’ve tamed

Of what i think it looks like to know

The reason for the rain

I’ve sculpted a man for you

With no need for a face

Imagined you a body

That’s free of any shape

Yet you haven’t got the slightest clue

And i don’t know what to do

I am drawing back the blinds so i can

Look you in the eye

I am opening a door to let

The wind come pass us by

I am rolling up a sleeve

So i can hold you in the hand

But holding on to fleeting heaven

My palms will never understand

Cause you always know just what to do

While i haven’t got the slightest clue

In every time, every place i find the scent of you

I forget a little more how to tell the truth

I'm so afraid i might tell you the truth