i was in a statenaround the housenconstant disarraynof my thoughtsnnwaiting for a flightnto clear my headnalways at my best when i arrivennholiday paradenwe laugh, it rainsncovered with our hoodsni shield my facennfragile china piece around your neckncelebration drinksnmy shirts a wrecknnits quiet herenand i have learned to breathenrest easilyni promise not to leavennthe cold has not quite leftnyour home just yetnartificial heat does its bestnnmystery of lightnprevails tonightna ring around the moon; we cant decidennin symphonynthe earth is turning greennjust dirt beneathnno worries at our feetnin symphonynwe laugh with all we seenjust dirt beneathnno worries at our feetnnpacing aroundnyour floor cant be foundnclothes on the groundnpacing around