Verse 1 :

Closed eyes,

Swallowed tears,

Will not lead to comfort.

Stabbed wounds

In these thoughts

Cannot make it stop.

Chorus :

So common yet so divine,

I can hear you cryin’.

Your step to the meadow

Is your march to the window..

Verse 2 :

Dreams of life.

So unclear

How can they be white.

Take a brush

Paint your eyes

Your black may not be right.

Chorus :

So common yet so divine,

I can hear you cryin’.

Your step to the meadow

Is your march to the window..