The High Road

So you hear the voice
But let the sounds linger
High in the air
'Cause heat rises
And you know better
Than to answer
When you aren't even
Listening

So you see those tears
But let the moisture stain
Those rosy cheeks
'Cause if you just ignore it
And let them seep
Deep into that skin
Then all that crying
Was just another storm
Blown

So you want to paint
New pictures
New scenes
And go over the old ones

So you want to taste
Foreign flavors
Foreign spices
And get rid of the old ones

So you take it
And take it
'Till there is no more
To take
I give it all to you
I want nothing left over
So I can move
On