The room is cold, the candle low, your shadow printed on the wall. I hear the rain spell out your name on windows waiting for your call. [PRE-CHORUS-a second guitar layer enters, rising emotionally-Gm — B♭ — Am — Am] And all the clocks have lost their hands, and all the maps have lost the sea... Stay inside the glass and stars, don't let the morning find us far. We are the light that bends and breaks, we are the dream the silence makes. I trace the lines across your face, the constellation that you are. Ten thousand miles inside your eyes, I found the dark side of a star. And time has grown too thin to hold, and words dissolve before they're said... Stay inside the glass and stars, don't let the morning find us far. We are the light that bends and breaks, we are the dream the silence makes. Somewhere between awake and gone, you are the frequency I'm on. Pulse of every quiet thing — teach me how to disappear in you. [
