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