I can hide inside my anger
that's the beauty of the day
rough hands hold my waist
wishful thinking
keeps me close to the things that are not mine

I only carry what I need most
dreams will do the rest
the key to happiness is hidden in crushed hope
uncovered by the ache of time

I can build on what is broken
bluest beauty of the day
breathe in clearly
the piece you stole
caught my tears and blew away