Drift (The Story of G)

Now you see your face

This wet embrace of your fiery cheeks

And your turning page

And you see this was your life

Now you drift up toward the sky

You reach out, fingers stretched

As he sinks down into his bed

Now the fog sweeps in

Through arbres de squelette

And you miss your feet

But it frees your wings

So now you can be unseen

No longer afraid of dreams

For though they reach up toward the sky

They will never know your height

They're in my home

They're in my home

They're in my head

But it's nothing special

Now you see that place from which you have left

And the people who have missed your face

And the laughs you gave

But the dogs still know your love

They scream, "Keep on going up!

Until you reach the stars above!

Then please rain back down on us"

They're in my home

They're in my home

They're in my head

But it's nothing special

That creek's now dry, it waits

It waits for rain to bring new waves