If she is temptation it's an open window.
She brushes her hand through the wind on the street.
The glass parade is already going.
The ticker tape falls like shattered crystals, mixed with thistles
at our feet.

And I'm embarrassed by the way the weather's changed.
It once was rainy but now the sun makes life in us.
Pump the handle, bring the oxygen up from the well.
Lungs of brick were never meant to treat us well.

Take my hand I am scared and my smiles shallow.
Turn our heads, it's hard to breathe but I'll take you in.
These falling diamonds make a crown on your forehead.
The floats are waiting to take us to the stadium.

Eyes wide open, awe is a silent word.
We host conversations never forming a syllable.
All the bliss of every creatures soul.
The universe gathered as the ceremony starts.

Now we have access to a great unknown.
Will we plummet or reach a summit never peaked before.
I am ready if you are by my side.
We walk from excitement into the Greatest Awe.