Missing The Miracle

You call it bright and I call it simple
But somewhere in the middle is truth
You see the hill and I see the castle
Our front that was united is doomed, ooh

You call this brick and mortar
I call this sacred skin
You see a figure skater
And I fear the ice is icy thin
The light is all around us
But when we spar it’s dim
We’re right here in the middle
Missing the miracle

You see the cloud and I see the lighting
And somewhere in the middle is Sun
You say it’s greatness
And I say bad timing
And when we leave, the rainbow has won

I go for the jugular
You knock till you get in
You hold the loud and raucous
And I hear the dropping pin
You run off roads, off center
I whisper paper-thin
We’re right here in the middle
Missing the miracle

The winter gets long
The rapids get white
And what doesn’t kill us
Turns to gray

You call this brick and mortar
I call this sacred skin
You see a figure skater
And I fear the ice is icy thin
The light is all around us
But when we spar it’s dim
We’re right here in the middle
Missing the miracle
Missing the miracle

The light is all around us
Missing the miracle
The light is all around us
Missing the miracle