Portrait

It is hard to forget how it went that night Silhouettes burning out Broken like glass from the second floor Washed by a rush when the flooding came down, down, down We were cut from the vine of our parents' hands Ran from the noise to the minivan Lost down a path, got turned around Since Jill moved to Ada and Amy burned out, out, out Your eyes are talking And they don't seem fine to me May as well be walking Away with your eyes turned from me Away with your eyes turned from me, oh Bringing all I knew to what I don't know Two years later and you still have a hold Hold my breath to the top of the hill See the world move while I'm standing still, 'ill, 'ill 'Ill, 'ill, 'ill Your eyes are talking And they don't seem fine to me May as well be walking Away with your eyes turned from me Away with your eyes turned from me One, two, three