Quiet Light

Watch the shadows trace the wall

No rush, no need to fall

Streetlights whisper through the pane (hm-mmm)

I see the road bending wide

Leave the heavy things behind

There is a light on the hill

Burning soft, burning still

We are moving through the dark

To find where we start

Morning has a way to go

But the steady rhythm

knows

Every step is holy ground

There is a light on the hill

Burning soft,

burning still

We are moving through the dark

To find where we start (yeah-eah)

Moving forward through the night

Into the glow (into the glow)