It’s Alive

It's a quiet morning in the hall

No shadow here to block the light

And every picture on the wall

Is looking clear, is looking bright

And it's a long way

back to the start

But we

can find the thread (ooh-ooh)

We

left the keys upon the shelf

We closed the door and didn't speak

But now I recognize myself

Among the pages of the week

And it's a long way

back to the start

But we

can find the thread (ahhhh)

It's here...

It's now...