One more step 'til we're there, I'm unaware of the time That we've spent tied to the rocks that Dance in the well near the trees We will go walking for miles In gardens and steeples, rock piles No longer with this all alone Wearing the petals we've grown Take that step and you'll see The box with the wings in the dirt It holds one cup of the moon, some Yellow a tune quite like this Someday the winter will come But I will keep up with the sun You can stay warm in the sand With words of the wind in your hand I'll be gone for a while The stop signs have all turned around But I will think of you twice when Feathers fall close to the ground