You follow the footsteps echoes leading down a hall to a room
There is music playing, tiny bells with moving parts
Here the shadows make things ugly, an effect quite undesirable
The bold and yellow daylight grows like ivy across the wall
And bounces off of the painted porcelain, tiny dancing doll
Her body spins, as she pirouettes again, the world suddenly seems small
On an off white, subtle morning you stretch your legs in the front seat
The road has made a vacuum where our voices used to be
And you lay your head onto my shoulder, pour like water over me
So if I just exist for the next ten minutes of this drive that would be fine
And all the trees that line this curb would be rejoicing and alive
Soon all the joy that pours from everything makes fountains of your eyes
Because you finally understand the movement of a hand waving you goodbye