scrape the sky

standing underneath your moonlit shadows
beyond your reach a joke of starlight
nonexistent to any people you call home
the words, their lipless tongueless masses
jumbled in the windows channel with
the empty song of tonight

are you breathing?
can i call you alive?
you've got a heartbeat
that's much like mine...
but you're so different. to me.

a guardian without the strains of heaven
you won't come knocking at my door
if i'm not around tomorrow, the streets took me home
judging by the date and time, you're feeling so left out
do you care who i am?
my dear, do you know yourself?

are you breathing?
can i call you alive?
you've got a heartbeat
that's much like mine...
but you're so different.

the rain washes away your faces
brightly colored faces without a source
to realize their is nothing to assume
about the menacing stature your hold beneath you head
maybe when your dead i won't feel safe to be myself
unless you scrape away the sky.

are you breathing?
can i call you alive?
you've got a heartbeat
that's much like mine...
darling scrape away the sky.