I think of mornings we might spend if I came home to find you there.
Both talking freely of ourselves, or sleeping through the break of day.
And so much honesty, that's why I never feel the pain.
And in my weakest moments I often look that way again.
I think of evenings we might spend if you stayed home to find me there.
Reaching across a distance with all the hurt that's in our lives.
And if it came to be I would not understand the pain.
And in my darkest moments, I want to feel that way again.
And I know that I'm wrong, I know that I'm wrong.
Both casting shadows, there's a light that shines on.
But when I look into your eyes, I know I'll find it there.
So I don't understand the pain I thought was never there.
And when I see you smile, I know there's something stronger yet
than any dream I ever placed at someone's feet.