In tired paths of light you circle me and try to pin me down And all the forward thoughts of emptiness are moving to the sound On such a perfect night the moonlight lingers softly in the air, and to the moon's delight, it shimmers slightly dancing in your hair. CHORUS: And so when you're down I'll lift you up I'll be the one Who's always sure of where you are and all the things you need to know, And when you're tired and think the moon forgot to shine on you you'll see, Just wait for me to show you. The pockets in the air that float and turn and hold the flecks of light, the sound of happiness will show in motions rendered by the night and dreams of splintered sounds which played before you silent as a thought, and you'll remember these are better than the reasons you had lost.