The Trappings

We sing in the chill of the morning

Still drunk on our options

To the angel of settling down

Stirring in our bed

Never thought I'd find you in the trappings of potential

Happiness was a soft ray of moonlight

Thus we anchor each other

Strollers and book covers

With the ghost of living it up

Whispering in our heads

I bet you thought you'd lose me in the trappings of kinetic

Happiness is a sharp ray of sunlight

Piercing our dreams in a dark room

All the things we made of loneliness

A double LP spun from a late night text

Work was the loom, love was the spool of thread

We were weaving into and out of our element

Now the deadlines are breathing down our necks

What you gonna make for me of your happiness?

Love's at the loom, we are the spools of thread

Being woven into and out of our element

So we dance through a lull in the evening

Born of sleeping children

We're the saints of soldiering on

Trying to forget

We ever dawned the rose-colored trappings of potential

We're down into perfect incompleteness of kinetic

Happiness is a sharp ray of sunlight

Piercing our dreams in a dark room

Till we throw back the curtains and sing

In the cold clear morning