In tired paths of lightnyou circle me and try to pin me downnAnd all the forward thoughtsnof emptiness are moving to the soundnOn such a perfect nightnthe moonlight lingers softly in the air,nand to the moon's delight,nit shimmers slightly dancing in your hair.nnCHORUS:nAnd so when you're downnI'll lift you up I'll be the onenWho's always sure of where you arenand all the things you need to know,nAnd when you're tired and think the moonnforgot to shine on you you'll see,nJust wait for me to show you.nnThe pockets in the airnthat float and turn and hold the flecks of light,nthe sound of happinessnwill show in motions rendered by the nightnand dreams of splintered soundsnwhich played before you silent as a thought,nand you'll remember thesenare better than the reasons you had lost.