I've been mixing colours,
Mixing them blind,
To recreate that contemplative sky.
The view was quite moving,
As it was so still,
As we drive by, the window frayed the light
And we've unknowlingly been moving on again,
Like skies
Like skies are always changing
One thing was constant,
A horizon line,
Holding the sea in his own space and time.
Now I only find your eyes,
When I'm closing mine,
Do we still search for answers from the same sky?
We've unknowingly been moving on again.
Like skies,
Like skies are always changing.
"Why do I
Take so many photographs?"
You asked me once,
and I just laughed.
Because we've unknowling
Been moving on again
We've unknowlingly
Been moving on again
We've unknowling been moving on,
again.
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