beneath the blankets on my bed i uttered through the night
and even into morning time, the hours of the light

the days had passed and they were three, i felt my work was done
i knew you knew and he would too, he's not just anyone

then many months began to move as quickly as that age
i saw the words i once believed, asleep - my speech in rage

............but all it ever took for me to travel back again
were moments made of what i said, in faith, remembered then

tomorrow come and if it stay, i'll keep the story too
i'll show the sun, i'll tell the moon - i'm here and so are you