If you get stranded and you stand on your own tonight

I won't be far behind, because I've been standing still for years

I've let the wind wash me clean and it sounds like light

Falling and ebbing away from the cornered shadows

Everything gets defined when we least need definition

The violins in my head are all playing for you

Under the humming there was a sound like no other

It was the vibration in our hands that made us weak

All our skin pulled tight by the cold and our bones

You could have pointed at the ocean and said "keep walking"

And I'd still be singing your praise on the ocean floor

If I could write a symphony and play it for you, I wouldn't

I'd keep it in a shoebox and let it turn yellow on the paper

My voice is nowhere clean enough to sing you a song

Both of my hands shake far too often to grace a piano

But I already told you how pretty you make things seem

And I think you smiled, but I'll never know for sure

The sun that reflects off your shoulders warms the earth

And the colors in the oil swirl before they drip into the sewer

I've watched the emptiness in me fill and recede so many times

I have a feeling this will be another set of teethmarks in my neck

That all this hope has gone to waste on another dark day

But what's the point of hope if not the risk that there isn't any left?

There are birds on the wires and they've become a choir

In these few last steps before I'm home, they played me off

They sang for a bitter, broken man in the blackest night

A song to guide him towards a light that never goes out

I hope when you feel this way, they'll sing for you too

I hope when all is said and done, there will always be a light