Chandeliers - Sleeping At Last

When all of the pieces align

When the balance is clearly defined

We’ll sigh and we’ll settle down

For the first time

But held in museum display

Time pulls us further away

And when we rebuild it

All of the details fade

Into the tide

Where the sun fills our eyes

Only silhouettes

Will remain in the place

Where our rare bird of grace appeared

In our pale imperfect light

Our palms will stabilize

And your brightness

Will close our heavy eyes

And we’ll dream with you

We’ll dream with you

When we awake, we are left

With the eggshells inside of the nest

And the promise that one day soon

It will come back to us…

When we reach into the night

Where the water will rise

Your wings will unbend

In your brilliant display

All our worries will wash away

On pale, imperfect eyes

Chandeliers rely…

And the brightness will

Weave lace out of light

When we dream of you

In our pale, imperfect light

Our palms will stabilize

And the brightness

Will close our heavy eyes

When we dream of you

We’ll dream with you