FEELS LIKE I'M LOST FOR THE WORDS
EVEN WHEN HINTS SEEM TO CURL AT MY DOORSTEP
IF I DRIVE AND LET THE NIGHT TIME REMIND ME
HOW LUCKY I AM TO BE FREE

MAYBE THE STARS ARE JUST PINHOLES IN A GIANT QUILT
THE BRIGHTNESS LIES BEHIND IF I UNCOVER IT
MAYBE THAT'S HOW I DEFINE
REBORN LIKE AN OPEN SKY
LIKE A WATER PLANE TO MY FOREST FIRE
REBORN LIKE STAINGLASS IN THE SUN
YOU SAVED MY LIFE FROM A COLORLESS ONE
FROM A COLORLESS PAST YOU ASKED ME
TO THE PAINT STORE

MY, MY HOW THE TIME SEEMS TO FLY
IN THE MOMENTS BEFORE SLEEP SHUTS MY EYES
IF I STARE OUT THE WINDOW TO WHERE
THE NIGHT PATIENTLY WAITS FOR THE DAY TO APPEAR
AND THE DISTANT STORM IS SHOWING OFF LIGHTNING BOLTS
INVENTING CRACKS IN THE SKY SO THE HEAVENS SHOW

MAYBE THAT'S HOW YOU DEFINE
REBORN LIKE AN OPEN SKY
LIKE A WATER PLANE TO MY FOREST FIRE
REBORN LIKE STAINGLASS IN THE SUN
YOU SAVED MY LIFE FROM A COLORLESS ONE
FROM A COLORLESS PAST
YOU AKED ME TO THE PAINT STORE

REBORN
YEAH
REBORN
YEAH REBORN

Written by Riley Armstrong, Flicker U.S.A. Publishing (BMI)

Behind the Song:
"Reborn was written mostly on the side of the road (the ditch) in Wyoming. The sunset was alive and I felt reborn." - Riley Armstrong