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