Grace, it's just a word until today.
Trace, the lines of ever-changing gray.
Dear, your hearing words so far away.
Tears, they speak the things that words can't say.
Here, in the quiet, quiet midnight sky.
I found you near, just above the wind I heard you sigh.
I am home, you're not alone.
You are mine. You are mine.
In the red, in the blue,
In the dark collide the beauty of the new,
It is you, in the sounds of snow in winter's glow,
So this is where I must live, just above this sunrise. Sunrise.
Grace, it's just a word until today.
Trace, this life of ever-changing gray.
In the red, in the blue,
In the dark collide the beauty of the new,
It is you, in the sounds of snow in winter's glow,
So this is where I must live, just above this sunrise. Sunrise.
Life is like snow in summer, fighting for my life.
And I've seen a midnight sunrise light up the sky,
I can.
You're the red, you're blue,
Though the dark collide the beauty of the new,
It is you, in the sounds of snow in winter's glow,
So this is where I must live,
Just above your sunrise, sunrise.
