Clouds against the back of your building
White light, yellow and gray
Looking at the back of your building
But noticing only decay

My eyes are not that objective
My eyes are not always kind
My eyes want your eyes
To understand my eyes
But my eyes can only see mine

I prefer to see you only
I prefer to see you only

True, the world's jagged and fractured
Jagged and fractured and frail
We live in the shock
We live in the doubt
We're silent in watching it fail

Clouds against the back of a building
Light green, orange and blue
We stand and we walk
We struggle to talk
We try to find something to do