I leave this city often but only partially
Like a book left open again
Up too early, eyes wide open
Staring at patterns in the ceiling, unfamiliar with where I am
Somewhere I am on the phone trying to connect here to there and back again
A voice that feels so distant, that feels uncertain
It’s the time of the year
The season, it reminds me of where I was this time last year
I abandoned a reason to stay here then a curtain fell right in front of me
Somewhere I am on the phone trying to connect here to there and back again
A voice that feels so distant, that feels uncertain
And we learn to leave, to see the world more promising
It serves perfectly, it proves it’s point that love is still mystery
My eyes are open
