Uphill and barefoot in the rain These are the slippery, innocent moments My best intentions are yours for the night They’re delicate but don’t worry
There’s beauty in the broken pieces There’s nothing that the truth can’t find Are we leaving the path of most resistance behind
Downward, though the heart weighs in Can’t quite negotiate the gut feeling Destination drowning in desire Overwhelm me but don’t worry
There’s beauty in the bashful morning Feel free to feel overexposed Just a little longer and then we’re hiding again in our clothes
There’s beauty in the broken pieces
There’s beauty in the bashful morning
There’s beauty in the chances we take
And the chances we don’t take