Silence steps with every moment The blue subsides and draws me in The windmills pass again As does the burnt grass Blame it on a cigarette Soon I'll know this way by heart It tore us apart when we couldn't visit This river runs so dry Still we drowned With closed eyes Through braided hearts the winds blow broken The skies above are lined with the blades The sun slows down again Behind blackened hillsides Where shadows fall with these regrets This drive is drawing pictures In the heat above Trying to convince me Of a different kind of love. (This drive is drawing pictures in my skies)