I have a warm place to hide, from the world's inhabitants. It's out on the edge of the planet,
where the sun sets, the trees stretch beyond the sky, and at dusk, the sun sets the horizon on
fire. It's quiet here, in a good way.
You can hear your thoughts echo through the universe, like drops of water in a bucket.
The sky is clear, and the clouds go away at night, because it's the stars' turn to shine...
I look out from my cliff—top perch, and examine my world.
The eternal rivers spill into an ocean that extends beyond forever.
The grassy plains, they wave like the ocean they border...
Out here, I am alone, and yet, I am not. Out here, I feel everything, and I am a part of everything.
Out here, I'm connected, not just attached... Out here, everything is important, and nothing matters.
Out here, perfect, and so is everything else...
Out here, beyond the overpasses and bridges, everything is open, even my heart.
Because out here, you can't be hurt, because it's my warm place, to hide...