And everything we dare to hope
Let it hold you there
Make it worth the wait
An eye to all that moves below
The world that only this grey morning knows
The breathless heights where Icarus flies
Simple solutions in cloudless skies
Settle over us, a heavy dust
The fraying thread of all we trust
In generous swells of anvil clouds
Our sunburnt hearts would fall
From heights where they were never allowed
So lopsided our plundered hearts become
Count ourselves among the lucky ones
Count ourselves among the lucky ones
Count ourselves among the lucky ones
In generous swells of anvil clouds
Our sunburnt hearts would fall
From heights where they were never allowed

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