Epiphyte
The owl is watching the windowpane
Plastic eyes wings of macramé
Orchids neglected the bark's bone dry
A dormant epiphyte
You can't ignore it
The wall's too thin
They're breaking up once again
Suddenly they're distracted by
Repeat and rationalize
That was just a lie
How could you believe it?
Taking back what belongs to you
Lock the door before you leave
One last look as you turn around
Turn around
But There's nothing left for you now. . .
Just walk away and wander on
You wander on
Walk away
Come home
Water the roots of your wanderlust
Let the transition end
You'll loosen up and then
Turn around and take all in
Colors pour down
Across the lines
Try to simplify
Focus your design
Slow as sundown
Take your time
Untangle the vines
That cling to you
Just walk away
And wander on
You wander on
Walk Away
Come home