You know, in an hour
It could all turn around
You don't have to know how
Though it all feels like fate now that you're down
Strange in your body and strange in your mind
Now it's coming from all sides
I lay you down on the floor
And I close the blinds
It don't have to be
Everything that I know you need
It don't have to be
Only minute one, minute two, minute three
I cannot tell us apart
Your pain made free with my own heart
We laid out under the ceiling
As though under the stars
As though this afternoon
Was the blackness from here to the Moon
Dizzied by distances within you
It don't have to be an answer to
Every disaster you
Know could come true
Only minute one, then minute two
It don't have to be
Everything that I know you need
It don't have to be
Only minute one, minute two, minute three
You know in an hour it could all be the same
You and I and the gentle rain
The white window through which the wind came
