From A Hole In The Floor
To A Fountain Of Youth
You Stepped To The DoorAll Your Hair In Your Hands
Wet Through The Shoes

And The Calendar Spun
On The Porch
By The Moon
Your Words Trailing Off
Like A Fading Balloon

And Today
You Became Real
In The Quiet Light
You Stayed
And The Child You Found
You Changed
With Your Head In Your Hands
You Sang
You Sang

In The Deep Blues By The Window Pane
With The Whole World
Crashing Into Your Skull
You Found The Darkest Place To Lay
Your Weary Head
And Share Your Secret Soul

But Today
You Became Real
In The Quiet Light
You Stayed
And The Child You Found
You Changed
With Your Head In Your Hands
You Sang
You Sang

And You Sang
Ooh
And You Sang
Ooh Ooh Ooh

And You Sang
Ooh
And You Sang
Ooh Ooh Ooh
Ooh Ooh Ooh
Ooh Ooh Ooh
Ooh Ooh Ooh
Ooh Ooh Ooh

And Today
You Became Real
In The Quiet Light
You Stayed
And The Child You Found
You Changed
With Your Head In Your Hands
You Sang
You Sang
You Sang
You Sang
You Sang
You Sang