And everything we dare to hope Let it hold you there Make it worth the wait An eye to all that moves below The world that only this grey morning knows The breathless heights where Icarus flies Simple solutions in cloudless skies Settle over us, a heavy dust The fraying thread of all we trust In generous swells of anvil clouds Our sunburnt hearts would fall From heights where they were never allowed So lopsided our plundered hearts become Count ourselves among the lucky ones Count ourselves among the lucky ones Count ourselves among the lucky ones In generous swells of anvil clouds Our sunburnt hearts would fall From heights where they were never allowed