Soft Reflections - Film School

Sometimes I think you understand

The way you look at me and laugh

It’s just a passing cloud above

Can you remember how it went

Back then

Now all these stories are retold

A different whisper in your ear

Some good some bad I know them all

These soft reflections off the wall

Are clear

There’s just a way you see the people talking

There’s just a way you hear the sun setting

The only note you know you’re already holding

The way you shut your eyes without me knowing

Climb back to you

It’s just your kind