A little howling, a little crooning, a little moon.
Music
By the Coast – I Want You Close
Sara Bareilles – Everything Changes
I was lost for you to find
And now I’m yours and you are mine
Two tiny hands, a pair of eyes
An unsung melody is mine for safekeeping
And I will guard it with my life
I’d hang the moon for it to shine on her sleeping
Starting here and starting now
I can feel the heart of how
Everything changes
Sara Bareilles – Soft Place to Land
Sugar, butter, flour
Sometimes I still see her
My mother the dreamer
She’d say, “Nothing’s impossible child”
A dream needs believing
To taste like the real thing
Like some stranger you recognize
So pure, so electric
So sure, so connected
To those little believers inside
May we all be so lucky
Sleep – SAILR
I’ll be your hideaway.
A Million Dreams
I close my eyes and I can see
The world that’s waiting up for me
That I call my own
Through the dark, through the door
Through where no one’s been before
But it feels like home
They can say it all sounds crazy
They can say I’ve lost my mind
I don’t care, so call me crazy
We can live in a world that we design
‘Cause every night I lie in bed
The brightest colors fill my head
A million dreams are keeping me awake
I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it’s gonna take
A million dreams for the world we’re gonna make
There’s a house we can build
Every room inside is filled
With things from far away
The special things I compile
Each one there to make you smile
On a rainy day
However big, however small
Let me be part of it all
Share your dreams with me
A million dreams are keeping me awake
A million dreams
I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it’s gonna take
A million dreams for the world we’re gonna make
All the Stars We Steal from the Night Sky Will Never Be Enough
Location Unknown – Brooklyn Sessions
Refrain
They say those empty verses left on the register
will come back for you,
but what do they know
about music
the bridge never follows
as you traipse under its arched passageway
they don’t sing about the sparrows once they’ve
flown away for winter.
they don’t tell you when you throw a bottle out to sea
it doesn’t come back – the waves recede gently,
and with the tide’s return
dappled grey bubbles
lap at your toes,
echoes fading crimson sunlight.
Tell Me Something Beautiful 