When all of the pieces align, when the balance is clearly defined
We'll sigh and we'll settle down for the first time
But held in museum display, time pulls us further away
And when we rebuild it, all of the details fade
Into the tide, where the sun fills our eyes
Only silhouettes will remain in the place
Where our rare bird of grace appeared
In our pale imperfect light, our palms will stabilize
And your brightness will close our heavy eyes
And we'll dream with you
We'll dream with you
When we awake, we are left with the eggshells inside of the nest
And the promise that one day soon, it will come back to us
When we reach into the night, where the water will rise
Your wings will unbend
In your brilliant display all our worries will wash away
On pale, imperfect eyes, chandeliers rely
And the brightness will weave lace out of light
When we dream of you
In our pale, imperfect light, our palms will stabilize
And the brightness will close our heavy eyes
When we dream of you
We'll dream with you