[lyrics: Bruce Symanowicz]
Sunlight leans through the open door
Same soft smiles from, yesterday
Eggs cooling on the table
Laughter drifting, thin
Dad pours the orange juice
Promises suspended in the air
Photographs sticking to the fridge
Mom 's hands too attentive to flowers
Thoughts almost disturbing the air
Brother’s grin wide,
KoolAid spotting his chin
Something underneath begins to turn
Every surface looks un-touched
Yet a shadow keeps slipping between
Sing the perfect days
Can you see the silver seam running through
Hands clenched tight
If you look too long,
The dream might stir
We burn so bright for whoever might be looking
Even if none of this is real
Inside this paper globe
We keep hoping the light will stay
Hearts worn on the inside
Of our perfect Sunday best
Secrets passed through glances
Mom’s eyes rest too long on her phone
Dad glances at his watch thinking no one sees
Plates kiss soft, we play our parts
We all move through our places
Pretending the weight in the chest isn’t there
Every detail
So carefully set
Still the air has shifted without
A word spoken
Sing the perfect days
Can you see the silver seam running through
Hands clenched tight
If you look too long,
The dream might stir
We burn so bright for whoever's looking
Even if none of this is real
Inside this paper globe
We keep hoping the light
Will stay
Perhaps we all know
Somewhere behind the sound of laughter
Small fractures move within all these walls -
Yet we continue the motion
Keep'n the questions buried
Where no light ever reaches
Sing the perfect days
Can you see the silver seam
Hands clenched tight
If you look too long,
The dream might stir
We burned so bright
Even if none of this is real
Inside this paper globe,
We keep hoping
Sunset settles on everything we built
A quiet hush where truth disappears
Each day another picture
Sunset settles on everything we built
A quiet hush where truth disappears
Each day another picture
Seen through eyes
That choose to soften
Holding on
As the evening slowly
Folds us in
Holding on
Soften
Holding on
Soften
Holding on
As the evening slowly,
Folds us in