Bring them down, down, down, from the skylinenRip the gray from above one cloud at a timenBut this might take a whilenThankfullynThe sun's patiently waiting to providenYour parade on the clearest of daysnnIt's the way she lights of the back of a roomnSome day I hope the world burns as bright as your eyesnnDon't cry my dearnIt's not you've given up the ghostnRide the waves of your regrets all the way homennIt's the way she lights of the back of a roomnSome day I hope the world burns as bright as your eyesnnI've boarded several sinking shipsnAnd pulled myself to shore