Nicholas Wells

Broader strokes

Vague but the canvas soaks

A butterfly's wings

Set motion to things

I don't know why

You never caught my eye

Till a trivial scene

On a friend's trampoline.

When will I ever believe it's over?

After all this time I still can't find a way.

Cause how can it be that our story's ended

When it seems to me that there could always be

Another day?

Moving on

Mostly I've just been gone

Somewhere upstairs

Projecting affairs.

It's hard to see

What was supposed to be

But it doesn't feel

Like anything's real.

When will I ever believe it's over?

After all this time I still can't find a way.

Cause how can it be that our story's ended

When it seems to me that there could always be

Another day?

I search through the night with my eyes to the horizon

Waiting for the light of a sun that isn't rising.

When will I ever believe it's over?

After all this time I still can't find a way.

Cause how can it be that our story's ended

When it seems to me that there could always be

Another day?