There's a letter in the pocket of your pinafore
and I know you've kept it hidden there for years
With a candle in the night,
you remember him and escape this life
'till the morning comes to claim you once again
pulls you from your dreams and kills the world within

That summer you were children free from questioning,
strapping on your wings to see if you could fly
Though you clung to him so close,
you were left to jump and fall alone
with a printed piece of paper in your hand
you knew you'd never cling to him again

Now you're clinging to the one thing you have left of him
Though his words are worn, his essence still remains
You can hold it to your face,
fold it up again and he's erased
Though it's really not as hopeless as it seems,
when you know he'll come to love you in your dreams

Always waiting for the night to come
As the stars dance you twirl in the sun
Two figures are endlessly orbiting
while the silent blue world travels on

From the beginning of my memory you were there for me,
a warm hand in mine, a presence at my side
jumping puddles in the rain,
in the water there I saw your face
a distant smear, two weary bleary eyes
that focused only when they turned to mine

When I woke alone at night you used to comfort me
hold my head and sing me back to sleep
and whispered in the dark, you made a promise to the morning star
that somehow you'd find the strength you'd need to stay
and that song became the promise that you made

Always waiting for the night to come
As the stars dance you twirl in the sun
Two figures are endlessly orbiting
as the silent blue world travels on

One day I found you sleeping in your rocking chair,
and the bitter smell of almonds filled the air.
But this time you didn't wake.
You'd finally made your great escape
with a neatly-written note upon your knee
that explained exactly why you had to leave

I made a list of all the things I never said to you
then I gathered all the kindling I could find
As my words went up in smoke,
I laughed, it was the saddest joke
when I thought of all the things you'd never heard
then I hurried home to rewrite every word

I brought my words and wishes to the church
and placed them with the others in your hand
through the ebony and lace,
I saw a smile form on your face
and remembered how you told me years before
that one day I wouldn't need you anymore
that one day I wouldn't need you anymore