One more step 'til we're there, I'm unaware of the time
That we've spent tied to the rocks that
Dance in the well near the trees
We will go walking for miles
In gardens and steeples, rock piles
No longer with this all alone
Wearing the petals we've grown
Take that step and you'll see
The box with the wings in the dirt
It holds one cup of the moon, some
Yellow a tune quite like this
Someday the winter will come
But I will keep up with the sun
You can stay warm in the sand
With words of the wind in your hand
I'll be gone for a while
The stop signs have all turned around
But I will think of you twice when
Feathers fall close to the ground