We, when it's quiet, see swarms of things flicker by and shake you by the dust of their wings.
Oh, send it in the air.
And in a ray of light, you can hold it in your hand.
It's not easy, being born so free.
Bigger than a crowd could ever figure I'd be.
Oh, send me in the air.
And in a ray of light, hold it in your head.
I'm convinced your dream is something richer than a man could ever picture.
Too bad they just see rocks. To them they're only stones. But it's how you build a home. Still I don't believe love's so brief. Decades pass and pictures ask what did I mean?
Oh send them through the air.
Until they switch the light off, I'll hold it in my head.
If we move backwards, I hope it's some place richer than a man could ever picture.
Too bad they just see rocks. To them they're only stones. But it's to us they're owed. There's a reason why I sing this dream louder than a lull-a-bye.
Oh, will you believe?
You are in my hand and you are on my tongue under this cloud of dust.
Oh wrecking ball I see you working. Shining your light through this building. You've come too soon.
