i buried my eyes a long time ago
so that i could watch the world above me 
through a layer
where i could be safe

two blurred shadows, overlapping 
and laughing
it's hard to see in the mire

followed you down the streets
on roofs of tall skyscrapers
the flashing lights of times square, dazzling
cozy cottages in the mountains, fire crackling
getting fuzzy now
but if i blink enough
i can still follow your trail

watched you get married
didn't even cry

time passes
i survey less clearly now
i’m getting used to this

you see, things rot in the soil
but i heard sometimes they grow too