The Guilty Ones

Something started crazy

Sweet and unknown

Something you keep in a box on the street

Now is longing for a home

And who can say what dreams are?

Wake me in time to be lonely and sad

And who can say what we are?

This is the season for dreaming

But now our bodies are the guilty ones

Who touch

And colour the hours

Night won't breathe

Oh, how are we

Fall in silence from the sky

Then whisper some silver reply

Whoa

Pulse is gone and racing

All fits and starts

Window by window you try and look into

This brave new you that you are

And who 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 hour

Huge and dark

Oh, our hearts

Will murmur the blues from on hand

Then whisper some silver reply

Whoa

And now our bodies are the guilty ones

Our touch

Will colour the hours

Night won't breathe

Oh, how are we

Fall in silence from the sky

Then whisper some silver reply

Whoa

And now our bodies are the guilty ones