Heaven, you know I've changed. I've walked for miles and miles and no one's even whispering. Heaven, you keep changing shapes on me again. When will you sit still so that you can be defined by my eyes? Heaven, we used to be so dependent. Now we're all obsessed with finding the right direction. In the darkness it's surprising how much clearer you see. In the daylight everything just flies away. In the dark now, changing slightly. Barely visible. Barely visible.