Static Light

Theres a knife with light, in the corner Youre getting my attention, Might telling me youre Were in the picture frame, Buying things is different while the postcard The envelope you came in So would you, drop by Into the same static light Of day and night Look through my eyes, of blue and white And take me Is so stronger in your own reaction Pieces of my portrait You fix them and replace them, make me feel important You are static light, is starting by Its in my eyes Reflecting, and memory So would you, drop by Into the same static light Of day and night Look through my eyes, of blue and white And take me.