Painting Pictures

There's a moment through the smoke and I see you might not be so strong. There's a moment, nearly choke and I didn't know I could be wrong. 'Cause you've been building walls for me, painting pictures so I can see. Something lost, something found, only I can hear the sound; pulses. falling. to the. ground. Something here, something to fear, horizon creeping near, I. don't. want. to. disappear. There's a whisper in the wood threatening the bad will take the good. There's a whisper in your eyes, confusion between truth and lies. 'Cause you've been shining sun for me, creating light so I can see. Something lost, something found, only I can hear the sound; pulses. falling. to the. ground. Something here, something to fear, horizon creeping near, I. don't. want. to. disappear.