You call it bright And I call it simple And 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 the figure skater I fear the ice is thin and 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 lining And somewhere in the middle is sun
And you say it’s greatness And I say bad timing And when we leave the ring, no one’s won, ooh
I go for the jugular You knock till you get in You hold the loud and raucous And I hear the dropping pin and You run all front and 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 grey
You call this brick and mortar I call this sacred skin You see the figure skater and I fear the ice is thin and 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