Kid Gloves

When you come to You're kinda floating The air is full It's like it's holding you Isn't it typical? Nobody's noticing All that they're moving in All that they're breathin' Isn't it beautiful? Here in the thick of it? To know that when you fall You're just afraid to swim? Here it is See the arches of paint See the ocean of dust See all the colors arranged And hover over us Like when we were little kids Lifted into our beds Didn't we see it then? Before we turned our heads? Here it is It's invisible There are no words for it I know you feel it though You feel it lifting up, you feel the weights come off And every cell of blood, they suddenly move as one We were denied so much, all their religion All for a science that I never understood They took away my trust, maybe I gave it up Just an adolescent shrug, posture as I drop the gloves Yeah but that was years ago, I missed so many miracles Living with my eyelids shut, but now I swear they're opened up Now I swear they're opened up