That's how she goes, she walks on her own,
Singing the songs she picked up before she left home.
Who knows where he is, no one can keep him,
but he makes sure to leave the light on,
So she knows he's in.

They knew that their eyes where the window to their souls,
so they shut the blinds, kept windows closed.
And of all the folk who saw their houses, only a few,
Would be invited inside to the parties they threw.

They'd take glass framed paintings and use them as mirrors,
People looked in scorn, they're just non-believers,
They knew when an artists' inspired beyond wealth,
They're simply creating a version of them self.

That's how they go, they walk on their own.

Teachers wondered what made him stare at the ceiling,
he'd got the feeling they wouldn't want him looking at the ground,
And they always said she's such a student of conviction,
But the truth is she'd worked out different ways to make them proud.

In time they met each other, saw through their smoke and mirrors,
They tapped into the shivers of their spine,
And said "I was never very good at breaking down my walls,
But for you I'll build a door from time to time."

Because thats how they go, they walk on their own,
But she provides falsetto to his baritone,
And who knows where they are, it's not all that far,
Who'd bother to measure in meters the beauty of stars.