Where in darkness do you weave?
Through the forest of your dream.
When the pain is coming near,
You will find them waiting there.

You will find a navy sky,
With colored, paper birds in flight.
And you will sleep among the trees,
With their children underneath.

In the violets where you lay,
They will wake you when it's safe.

Rabbits in your drawing books,
Only show themselves to you.
And there is much you want to ask,
There is much you cannot grasp.

When the dark is playing tricks,
They will make them disappear.
Go now rest your weary head.
They will wake you when it's safe.

Things will never be the same,
Things you never thought would change.
All the hands you've held are beckoning you up.
Things will never be the same,
Things you never thought would change,
Will change.

In the violets where you lay,
They will wake you when it's safe.