The Sound of Jazz

Silver moon, these eyes are watching the water
 More romantic than the sound of jazz bleeding through these
 walls
 The illusion of a wine running down our throats
 To get to the end of the night without any injuries
 We've got the answers swimming in our blood, swimming
 Sleep with our socks on, we never know how cold it gets in this
 room
 I can see my breath but tell me, why can't I see yours
 Watching the lights dim, watching my fingers moving, bleeding
 Be her eyes, leave her alone
 Wake up and stand tall
 They're waiting outside of your door
 We can't stop
 If we slow down now, we'll never get there
 And that's fine
 This X marks the spot not where a life begins but where a life
 begins to matter
 Be her eyes, leave her alone