Pinnochio

From a hole in the floor To a fountain of youth You stepped to the door All your hair in your hands Wet through the shoes And the calendar spun On the porch By the moon Your words trailing off Like a fading balloon And today You became real In the quiet light You stayed And the child you found You changed With your head in your hands You sang You sang In the deep blues by the window pane With the whole world Crashing into your skull You found the darkest place to lay Your weary head And share your secret soul But today You became real In the quiet light You stayed And the child you found You changed With your head in your hands You sang You sang And you sang Ooh And you sang Ooh ooh ooh And you sang Ooh And you sang Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh And today You became real In the quiet light You stayed And the child you found You changed With your head in your hands You sang You sang You sang You sang You sang You sang