Orange Lens

You're a garden and I am a house fire
You are the rainfall and I am a puddle
You are the snowfall and I am the avalanche
That buries all your friends

You are the static on the radio,
The exhale of my lungs
The broken window in the church
The carpet keeping me from slipping
You're an angel in my eyes,
An orange lens to look at life
A black hole pouring out its heart,
Afraid of being torn apart

You're a reminder of why I'm supposed to not trust any person
With a background in rebellion and a birdsong sung so seldom
You're an angel in my eyes,
An orange lens to look at life
A black hole pouring out its heart,
Afraid of being torn apart

(Help me find a way out
I don't have a key back in
You could make me feel much better
I don't have to stand this weather)