Put me in wrapping paper
And send me to the moon
It's like seeing your reflection
In the curving of a spoon
And staring for a thousand days
And trying to think of a thousand ways
To breathe the soul electric
To sigh the seas eclectic
But the breath has gone out of me
And my soul doesn't live here anymore

It's floating in the moonlight
Floating on the wind
Drifting outside your window
Wondering if you'll let me in

It was a Sunday when the lamplight shattered
It was a Tuesday when the marbles scattered
It was a Thursday when I fell
To the bottom of the wishing well

Can I weave a thousand rhymes
To find the end to this wintertime
Or will the snow keep falling down
Until there's no more me in this town

I once believed in the ringing of a bell
And thought there was magic in seashells
But now I know the waves will keep falling
And no one will ever listen

Do I have a voice
Or has that gone away too
Is it floating somewhere out there
Somewhere in the ocean blue
Are there curtains in my eyes
Or is that just the sun's reflection
Is there a candle in my lungs
Or is that just clean dejection
When will the weeping willows
That hang over the lake
Rise again in the rushing wind
And sing the joys awake
When will the icy wedding cake
That married silence and sadness
Melt away in the gleaming sun
And allow the return of gladness

Find the lighthouse in the dreams
Of angels in the lilting spring
Send the light across the water
And maybe it'll find me

Before the green grapes lose all their flavor
Before the red grapes are nothing to savor
Before the sand castles are washed away
Before the sleigh bells go astray

Look into the sigh of the wind
And hear the gentle voice within
It was a thousand years before I fell
To the bottom of the wishing well