The Guilty Ones

Something's started crazy
Sweet and unknown
Something you keep
In a box on the street
Now it's longing for a home.

And who can say what dreams are?
Wake me in time to be lonely and sad
And who can say what we are?
This is the season for dreaming.

And now our bodies are the guilty ones
Who touch
And color the hours.

Night won't breathe
Oh how we
Fall into silence from the sky
And whisper some silver reply
Pulse is gone and racing
All fits and starts.

Window by window
You try and look into
This brave new you that you are.

And who can say what dreams are?
Wake me in time to be out in the cold
And who can say what we are?

This is the reason for dreaming
And now our bodies are the guilty ones
Our touch
Will fill every hour.

Huge and dark
Oh our hearts
Will murmur the blues from on high
Then whisper some silver reply.

And now our bodies are the guilty ones
Our touch
Will color hours.

Night won't breathe
Oh how we
Fall in silence from the sky
Then whisper some silver reply.