Miracle

We’re looking for angles in the darkest of skies

saying that we wanted more

we’re looking for light inside an ocean of night

believe we can see through.

Prison of dreams on a haunted hill

showing what you want to

and I need you to know, I’m not asking for a miracle

but if love is enough,

could you let is show?

I feel like I’m falling

and I’m ready to fly

holding mine and will see it through

and we will see it through,

if you feel it could you let me know?

Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies

breathe and it’ll find a way

not asking for a miracle.