Grand

We fling ourselves fearlessly,

With lights upon our faces

into insecurity and unityWe dream ourselves fearlessly,

With laughter in our eyes,

But no one has a steady look at lastYou go in the morning, the morn before light

Warm is the bed and my back where you'd lieSlowly my awakening, my breathing in haze

And so I know I do belong here,

I will sing to the day