The night is stitched together
By things we cannot see
Constellations sewn
High above the trees
The poet in the looking glass
Preachers in the street
Beggars on the corner
Trying to make ends meet
The dawn is a black river
In an oil canvas sky
And the light of the moon
Is just a memory of the night
On the wings of tomorrow
Our hearts are taking flight
Oh, what a sight
The night is held together
By patterns in the sky
Years and years away
We keep reaching for the light
The painter in the lonely room
The singer on the stage
The fire in the belly
Of the bird locked in her cage
These days are lost treasures
We try to get them back
While the light of the moon
Is just a memory of the night
On the wings of tomorrow
Our hearts are taking flight
Oh, what a sight
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The night is stitched together
By things we cannot see
Constellations sewn
High above the trees
The poet in the looking glass
Preachers in the street
Beggars on the corner
Trying to make ends meet
The dawn is a black river
In an oil canvas sky
And the light of the moon
Is just a memory of the night
On the wings of tomorrow
Our hearts are taking flight
Oh, what a sight
The night is held together
By patterns in the sky
Years and years away
We keep reaching for the light
The painter in the lonely room
The singer on the stage
The fire in the belly
Of the bird locked in her cage
These days are lost treasures
We try to get them back
While the light of the moon
Is just a memory of the night
On the wings of tomorrow
Our hearts are taking flight
Oh, what a sight
By things we cannot see
Constellations sewn
High above the trees
The poet in the looking glass
Preachers in the street
Beggars on the corner
Trying to make ends meet
The dawn is a black river
In an oil canvas sky
And the light of the moon
Is just a memory of the night
On the wings of tomorrow
Our hearts are taking flight
Oh, what a sight
The night is held together
By patterns in the sky
Years and years away
We keep reaching for the light
The painter in the lonely room
The singer on the stage
The fire in the belly
Of the bird locked in her cage
These days are lost treasures
We try to get them back
While the light of the moon
Is just a memory of the night
On the wings of tomorrow
Our hearts are taking flight
Oh, what a sight
Writer: Tyler Fortier
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid