The Light in the Piazza

I don't see a miracle

Shining from the sky

I'm no good at statues

Or stories, I try

That's not what I think about

That's not what I see

I know what the sunlight can be

The light

The light in the piazza

Tiny, sweet

And then it grows

And then it fills the air

Who knows what you call it?

I don't care

Out of somewhere I have something

I have never had

And sad is happy

That's all I see

The light in the piazza

The light in the piazza

It's rushing up

It's pouring out

It's flying through the air

All through the air

Who knows what you call it?

But it's there

It is there

Now I see it

All I see is all I want

It's tearing from inside

I see it

Now I see it

Now I see it

It's everywhere

It's everywhere

It's everything

And everywhere

The light in the piazza

My love