In tired paths of light

you circle me and try to pin me down

And all the forward thoughts

of emptiness are moving to the sound

On such a perfect night

the moonlight lingers softly in the air,

and to the moon's delight,

it shimmers slightly dancing in your hair.



CHORUS:

And so when you're down

I'll lift you up I'll be the one

Who's always sure of where you are

and all the things you need to know,

And when you're tired and think the moon

forgot to shine on you you'll see,

Just wait for me to show you.



The pockets in the air

that float and turn and hold the flecks of light,

the sound of happiness

will show in motions rendered by the night

and dreams of splintered sounds

which played before you silent as a thought,

and you'll remember these

are better than the reasons you had lost.