I think of mornings we might spend if I came home to find you there. Both talking freely of ourselves, or sleeping through the break of day. And so much honesty, that's why I never feel the pain. And in my weakest moments I often look that way again. I think of evenings we might spend if you stayed home to find me there. Reaching across a distance with all the hurt that's in our lives. And if it came to be I would not understand the pain. And in my darkest moments, I want to feel that way again. And I know that I'm wrong, I know that I'm wrong. Both casting shadows, there's a light that shines on. But when I look into your eyes, I know I'll find it there. So I don't understand the pain I thought was never there. And when I see you smile, I know there's something stronger yet than any dream I ever placed at someone's feet.