作曲 : Stuart Duncan/Edgar Meyer/Chris Thile
We listen in the chill of the morning
still drunk on our options
to the angel of settling down stirring in our beds
Never thought I'd find you in the trappings of potential

happiness was a soft ray of moonlight

Thus we anchor each other
to strollers in Brooklyn
with the ghost of living it up
whispering in our heads
Bet you thought you'd lose me in the trappings of kinetic...

Happiness is a sharp ray of sunlight piercing our dreams
In a darkroom...

All the things we made of loneliness
A double LP spun from a late-night text
Work was the loom, love was the spool of thread
we were weaving into and out of our element
Now the deadlines a-breathin' down our necks
whatchu gonna make for me of your happiness
Love's at that the loom, we are the spools of thread
being woven into and out of our element

So we dance through a lull in the evening
Gonna sleep like children
With the saints of soldiering on, trying to forget
If we don our
rose colored trappings of potential
down in the perfect incompleteness of getting any...

Happiness is a sharp ray of sunlight
piercing our dreams
in a darkroom
till we throwback
the curtains and sing
in the cold
clear
Morning