Somewhere between
What can and can't be seen
I knelt in your spring
You dusted off my wings
Your kiss upon my face
Feels like a brush with grace
Baby, that's all it takes
To take me higher
*Chorus*
If true love really does exist
It would feel as pure as this
Baby, it's as if
We're dancing with angles
Stealing light from shooting stars
We're just taking what is ours
In each other's arms
We're dancing with angles
How did we find
Smooth blue in a crooked sky
Clouds be love winds
Gold threads through a grand design
Your whisper on my skin
Familiar healing wind
We must be slipping in
Heaven's window
