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