When the sun came up
We were sleeping in
Sunk inside our blan - kets
Sprawled across the bed
And we were drea - ming
There are moments when, when I know it and
The world revolves around us
And we're keeping it
Keeping it all going
This delicate bal - ance
Vulnerable, all knowing
Sing like you think no one's listening
You would kill for this, just a little bit, just a little bit, you would
Sing like you think no one's listening
You would kill for this, just a little bit, just a little bit, you would, you would
Sing me something soft
Sad and delicate
Or loud and out of key
Sing me anything
We're glad for what we've got
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of (us)