There's a crack in the armor
Where the wind gets in
There's a light in the attic
Where the stories end
Pictures of weddings and a
Crumbling veil with the
Lace and the letters turning
Dustier trails
Who could forgive the time for wanting to walk ahead?
Quicken the footsteps darling,
Counting the days instead
There's a halo of sunlight that's
A trick of the clouds
There's a curtain of crystals where the
Light skips and bows
Green for the sunset oh and
Blue for the lunar year
Well of good fortune and a
Coin through the thinning air
Who could forgive the time for wanting to stay in bed?
Quicken the footsteps darling
Counting the days instead