Is there something I could say Extend this lovely day Some magic word or symbol in the sand Are there patterns that I've passed Impressions in the glass Tell me it's not all out of my hands Tell me it's not all out of my hands Tell me that you know we have a chance Throughout all these yellow nights The moon's familiar light Hand in hand, we're travelers through and through Often I wonder who I'd be If I chose to disagree Oh, tell me this idea excites you too Tell me you're enjoying me and you Is there something I could say Some needle in the hay So sharp and punctuated in your grasp Are there stones that truly bleed It's that impossible I need A chill where even stubborn lips will gasp Watch the trail turn to black The second you turn your back Tell me there's reason now In my hands in or out There's a library inside the coffeehouse Read me words I can't pronounce Until I fall asleep, writing down my waking dreams Aye, before you know it we'll accede Into the stories that we read Don't you know I've waited for this? There's an angel with a notepad and a song (an angel with a song) Sings concertos all day long (concertos) But not for you and not for anyone She's self sufficient now Who are you, so quick to dismiss Don't you know I've waited for this?