This is my mess now
I'm gonna take it slow
Making the beds now
Gives me the greatest hope
This is the same room
Only a different light
Sometimes we're dreaming
Sometimes we realize
You held me up
You held me down
Holding the emptiness fills me up
Somehow
This is the same room
Only a different light
Sometimes we're dreaming
Sometimes we realize
Sometimes we're babies
Sometimes we're old and wise
Sometimes we're dreaming
Sometimes we realize
We're dreaming
Cleaning the screens
Seven years thick
Granting permission to fix what can be fixed
Everything stops
Everything starts
With the fragile, dependable beating
Of a broken-open heart
This is the same room
Only a different light
Nothing to lean on
Nothing to be denied
Sometimes we're babies
Sometimes we're dreaming
Sometimes we realize...