When the sun came up,
we were sleeping in,
sunk inside our blankets,
sprawled across the bed...
and we were dreaming.
There are moments when I know it
and the world revolves around us
and we're keeping it,
keeping it all going.
This delicate balance,
vulnerable,
all knowing.
(sing like you think no one's listening)
You would kill for this,
just a little bit.
So, sing me something soft.
Sad and delicate.
Or loud and out of key.
Sing me anything.
We're glad for what we've got,
done with what we've lost
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