She doesn't open often   I want to watch her bloom   I know she's all the colors my eyes need to use   I missed her for years from   As far as a stone you could throw   She makes the room where I can't sleep   Feel like a stroll      When she lowers me down in the well of her eyes   I'm alright   Maybe someday she'll find me in   An elsewhere life      So much for hoping that I am   The one in the wings at the opportune time   I'm getting used to the feeling   If I am the window she's looking outside      Whens he lowers me down in the well of her eyes   I'm alright   Maybe someday she'll find me in   An elsewhere life      She doesn't open often   I want to watch her bloom   I know she's all the colors my eyes need to use