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Heavens in Hiding


cross my heart and hope to breathe / suck the air into my lungs like a promise broken / like wind in the air singing hymns across a desolate plain / and wish for something different or better or nothing at all / because this is my story and our story and every story told in one / sounds of the streetlights we huddle under 'cause it's beginning to snow / traded kisses under moon-drunk skies in a corner of the world no one but we can see / this is paradise in secret / because we must always hide ourselves until light touches somewhere else / we angels with shimmering guilded wings under big black overcoats / we seraphims with a thousand eyes all shut tight / we are alive despite it all / we are here despite it all / and there is no greater miracle than that

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