I can finally hear the silence   Not afraid to take the ring to my ear   To long, to scared, of the thoughts it paid me   To long, to scared   I finally found a little shelter   Here inside   A little peace with the spacious room it gave me   All that matters is the colors   The colors of the painting      And all the spoons of sugar to keep my eyes awake   Too many nights to watch the forms the shadows take   And in my lungs, the kites   The kites that fly away      The scent of vanilla reaches my remote control fan   The moon calls to be lassoed from my window   Deep within the pages, I forget to light the match   That takes my breath away