Somewhere Far (Not Far Away)
Somewhere far, too far away
Up high, high in the trees
Glass eyes keep watch over all that doesn't change
Blinking, blinking, but not to see
The earth wants its prize, strung too high
Too high for its embrace
Instead the air dances, teasing her in spite
But she sees only shoes, she sees no face
That face is one of wine, scarlet and wise
That no one has seen in days
Worried but not scared, cool yet not cold
The road between goes only one way
He's eight feet tall, without touching the ground
But there is no pulse in your ear
Where warmth used to hide, mold now grows
And words by your feet say, "Please do not fear"
And then tell a story, bleak and of pain
Of tears that no one had seen
Of days gone long and weeks dragged on
Of gaining distance from all in between
Somewhere not far, not far away
From you as you stand in the trees
Where we played as kids, sticks as our swords
And smiled through gritted, young teeth
Somewhere not far, right where you are
A familiar face hangs in the trees
Somewhere not far, right where we are
Rope is all that holds me
Up high, high in the trees
Glass eyes keep watch over all that doesn't change
Blinking, blinking, but not to see
The earth wants its prize, strung too high
Too high for its embrace
Instead the air dances, teasing her in spite
But she sees only shoes, she sees no face
That face is one of wine, scarlet and wise
That no one has seen in days
Worried but not scared, cool yet not cold
The road between goes only one way
He's eight feet tall, without touching the ground
But there is no pulse in your ear
Where warmth used to hide, mold now grows
And words by your feet say, "Please do not fear"
And then tell a story, bleak and of pain
Of tears that no one had seen
Of days gone long and weeks dragged on
Of gaining distance from all in between
Somewhere not far, not far away
From you as you stand in the trees
Where we played as kids, sticks as our swords
And smiled through gritted, young teeth
Somewhere not far, right where you are
A familiar face hangs in the trees
Somewhere not far, right where we are
Rope is all that holds me
Credits
Writer(s): Maxwell Lannan Christmas
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