circle of light
hartman, dan
as the sun comes up and the snow falls
as the paper burns and turns to yellow smoke
not a steady hand or readied laugh
can divide a life into an equal half
who owns the day and who owns the night?
where everything stops and everything starts again
guided and blinded by what we find in our hearts
let every stranger take you in
let every lover make you whole again
as the winter lines of the heart grow deep
and our faces look like the secrets we keep
something tells us that we'll be alright
where everything stops and everything starts again
guided and blinded by what we find in our hearts
let every stranger take you in
let every lover make you whole again
as the hour passes we find our voices
the sound is dry against the vacant sky
as a lazy eye follows me across the room
you say there are no stairs where an angel flies
what a strange way to say our goodbyes
where everything stops and everything starts again
guided and blinded by what we find in our hearts
let every stranger take you in
let every lover make you whole again
let every stranger take you in
every lover make you whole again
let every lover make you whole again