Blink

The tiny blue house sits among the sullen statues
Sparrows and Nightingales take flight
The light above the entrance is silent and still
The door is locked up tight

The madman from inside is out for the season
Gone living his life to death
And I've been running so far, so fast
That I am nearly out of breath

You're outward appearance is young and carefree
But in your eyes I can see the years
Despite your changing features, I can see your pain
Behind your mask are hidden tears