Reading You

Are you out there, Florence?
 I have been reading you
 You are the tree in a lifeless forest
 I am the wind that wont give up
 I don't know what out there for us
 Or what all this shaking is leading to
 I know I can be the poorest
 Excuse to hope, but
 You keep making waves
 And I'll keep
 Pushing them around
 If I move things in the right direction
 Will it be you that made the sound?
 Did you make a sound?
 It's just a poorly worded question
 That tries to lay the fault
 On your falling act
 When my pushing did it all
 I am the courier that made you
 If that message hadn't fallen
 In the right hands
 You'd be no one
 You'd be nowhere bound
 But yes, we made a sound
 Are you out there, Florence?
 I have been reading you
 You are the star that set me dreaming
 And all I've ever known of
 So maybe I'm jealous
 Of the power of what you do
 I thought we'd be teaming up and it sounded perfect, but
 You keep making waves
 And I keep
 Pushing them around
 If I move things in the right direction
 Will it be you that made the sound?
 Did you make a sound?
 It's just a poorly worded question
 That tries to lay the fault
 On your falling act
 When my pushing did it all
 I am the metaphor that made you
 If that message hadn't fallen
 In the right way
 You'd be no one
 You'd be nowhere bound
 But yes, we made a sound
 Are you out there, Florence
 I have been reading you
 Again like a man without investment
 And there is something I'd forgotten
 I have been crying
 But that's how I know that I'm alive
 And it's stirring up the question
 "Why?"