The things we've done, the things we've said
All seem so small, in spite of it all
Look towards the sky, look through these hands
Makes it all so very small, in spite of it all
The crisp cold air of dawn makes reality a thin veil*
The clarity in the coming of day still seems fuzzy to me*
Shapes form and warp with even a breath
Exposing a fragile world under gla**
Unaware of what's above the surface slowly stirs
Wind whipping dreams from its façade
Our day begins again
The things we've done, the things we've said