The sky took its cue, every color and hue on display Till thick veils of indigo signaled the end of the day But each landscape that lies in the mirror of your eyes turns to grey On the edge of a knife, it's like you're living your life on the stage You're talking through glass, we're just square photographs on a page Oh we're never alone, but we're each in our own little cage You're here, but it's clear you're just salt and shadow Here -- but half a world away You're here, but you're merely a hologram So near -- but still so far away You manage to hide even here by my side where we lay Here on this bed where I sense every thread start to fray And I feel our skin touch but there's only so much it can say