Breakfast With Me

When the wind blows in the window
In the dark it pries the door
Every morning something gentle
Drifts across from the hall
Like a strand of paper dolls
Asking for an arm to hold

We're passing gifts of attention
We'll forget to find the time
If every bowl's assigned a number
Every day, there's one gone
While I'm waiting to be drawn
As I walk out and across the lawn

With every tender moment passing by
We're terrified of falling through, we're running off the ice
Just try to take a moment to arrive
For everything you wanted maybe you don't have the right
So hold on

Questions trade imaginations
All your stories come alive
When we listen and give affection
Your minds kiss the Sun
Another day has begun
Now don't you get up ‘till you're done