Pale Interior

Look into the light of a pale interior Where blueness moves along the edges To the hiding place where clouds align How can we relate in a world Where people move along the edges Sit in hiding places Waiting for the world to die Wish as I pull down the barriers Is it even very far too deep Or too long Listening along as the clouds play through the tidal waves Pulling back on me, so abrasive I can't sleep at night Echo in a lighthouse burying the thoughts of being human Into pieces that rain, the chatter on the sky above Wish I could relate to people's barriers Laying in a box against the barrier Lost some kind of key They're falling back asleep Bury those thoughts real deep Bury those bodies deep Put us back to sleep Waiting for the light to erase the room I'm laying in Cast the shadows of us against, against my fingertips Hollow in the sway as they move in windy shapes Against the blueness making images in the place where people die