Now that the pillow talk is over,
A flurry of feathers falls back to the ground.
I've said my peace and packed up my vision.
But before I leave let me hear the sound
Of your voice in the ear of my endless surprise.
And the makeshift redemption that I give to your eyes.
Now that the honeymoon is waning,
Into a sweet light that couldn't be found,
Together we'll choose a pattern of breathing.
It's almost unreal when we hear the sound
Of my voice in the ear of your endless surprise
And the makeshift redemption
That you give to my eyes.
Well, looking up now from the page,
Light bleeds acid on the cage...
Feeling so low.
When I've been lost, I know, I will soon be found.
Now that the child is of understanding,
Grown inch by inch and pound for pound,
We all are ready to see there's no gone away.
Just come back to the bridge and I'll hear the sound...
Of your voice in the ear of my endless surprise.
And the makeshift redemption that I give to your eyes.