Now I'm staring at the ceiling
With a focus on the feeling
Seeing light outside the fable
And the stars are making stairways through the oceans in my mind
When there's something in the doorway
And no birds outside my window
I'll be walking through the mountains
Where the silence starts to open up the doorways in my heart
Now there's smoke inside the hallway
And no mirrors on the fable, taking photos in the dark
When they're staring from the ceiling
Shouting fight down on the table stealing photons from our heart