Rearrange the Art

[Verse 1]
Maybe I could rearrange the art
That hangs upon these walls
Or maybe I could not

[Verse 2]
The masterpiece that lies within this room
Has yet to leave these halls
And break through every door

[Chorus]
But I lie here on my back
I stare into the white
The lack of color blinds these eyes
With silence comes the sight

[Verse 3]
Maybe I could call you on the phone
Tell you all my thoughts
Or maybe I should not

[Verse 4]
These corridors and empty feathered beds
Are lacking what I’d hoped
In pictures in my head

[Chorus 2]
But I lie here on my back
I stare into the black
The lack of color blinds these eyes
With darkness comes the night

[Verse 5]
Maybe I can do this on my own
Make way for solitude
Or maybe I need you

[Verse 6]
The ruby hues that outline all my words
Are chapped and humming chords
I’ve never used before

[Chorus 3]
But I lie here on my back
I stare into the past
The memories cloud my mind
With dreaming comes the flight

[Outro]
Yeah, with dreaming comes the flight