The Movement of a Hand

Bright Eyes

You follow the footsteps
echoes leading down a hall to a room
There is music playing
tiny bells with moving parts

Here the shadows make things ugly
An effect quite undesirable
The bold and yellow daylight grows
Like ivy across the wall
And bounces off of the painted porcelain
Tiny dancing doll
Her body spins as she pirouettes again
The world suddenly seems small

On an off white subtle morning
You stretch your legs in the front seat
The road has made a vacuum where our voices used to be
And you lay your head onto my shoulder
Pour like water over me
So if I just exist for the next ten minutes of this drive
That would be fine
And all the trees that line this curb
Would be rejoicing and alive

Soon all the joy that pours from everything
Makes fountains of your eyes
Because you finally understand the movement of a hand
Waving you goodbye