The Guilty Ones

Something started crazy

Sweet and unknown

Something you keep in a box on the street

Now it's longing for a home

Now you can say what dreams are

Making the time to be lonely and sad

You can say what we are

Now this is the season for dreaming

But now our bodies are the guilty ones

Who touch and color the hours

Night won't breathe

Oh how we fall in silence from the sky

And whisper some silver reply

Whoa oh oh

Pulses gone and racing

All fits and starts

Window by window you try and look into

This brave new you that you are

Now you 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 eye

Huge and dark

All our hearts will murmer the blues from on high

And whisper some silver reply

Whoa oh oh

And now our bodies are the guilty ones

Our touch will color the hours

Night won't breathe

Oh how we fall in silence from the sky

And whisper some silver reply

Whoa oh oh

And now our bodies are the guilty ones...