We sing in the chill of the morning Still drunk on our options To the angel of settling down Stirring in our bed Never thought Id find you in the trappings of potential Happiness Was a soft ray of moonlight Thus we anchor each other Strollers in Brooklyn With the ghost of living it up Whispering in our heads I bet you thought youd lose me in the trappings of kinetic Happiness Is a sharp Ray of sunlight Piercing our dreams In a dark room Ah, the things we made of loneliness A double LP spun from a latenight text Work was the loom, love was a spool of thread, we were weaving into and out of our element Now the deadlines are breathing down our necks, whatcha gonna make for me of your happiness Loves at the loom, we are the spools of thread, being woven into and out of our element So we dance through a lull in the evening Born asleep in children With the saints of soldiering on Trying to forget If we don our Rosecolored trappings of potential Down in the perfect incompleteness of getting any Happiness is a sharp Ray of sunlight Piercing our dreams In a dark room Till we throw back The curtains and sing In the cold Clear Morning
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