Silver beams I can't see
That North Carolina sky keeps them hidden from me
Silver paint - canvas of black
Brushed with the fear you're gone and not coming back
Then somewhere here beneath the current
A wrinkle in the blanket tears
A ripple in the jet stream lets you in
Falling straight down into the ground
From hiding out behind the clouds
Reflection shines like a good friend of mine would be
In between awake and a dream
If I open my eyes will I find you here next to me
Silver paint - canvas of black
Brushed with the fear you're gone and not coming back
Then somewhere here beneath the current
A wrinkle in the blanket tears
A ripple in the jet stream lets you in
Falling straight down into the ground
From hiding out behind the clouds
Reflection shines like a good friend of mine would be
