The Guilty Ones - Leslie Odom, Jr.

Something started crazy

Sweet and unknown

Something you keep

In a box on the street

Now it’s longing for a home

And who can say what dreams are?

Wake me in time to be lonely and sad

And who can say what we are?

This is the reason for dreaming, yeah

And now our bodies are the guilty ones

Who touch

And color the hours

Night won’t breathe

Oh, how we

Will fall in silence from the stars

And whisper some silver reply

Whoa…

My pulse is gone and racing

All fits and starts

Oh, window by window

You try and look into

This brave new you that you are

And who can say what dreams are?

Wake me in time to be out in the cold

Who can say what we are?

This is the reason for dreaming, yeah

And now our bodies are the guilty ones

Our touch

Will fill every hour

Huge and dark

Oh, our hearts

Will murmur the blues from on high

And whisper some silver reply

Whoa…

And now our bodies are…