text: The sound of one heart breaking, the sound of someone waking
  To the cold hard truth before the sun goes down
  If I could ever catch you a little bit of that
  Id wrap it up and bury it in the deep dark ground
  On the ledge with one last chance to beg
  To the deepest root of the oldest tree
  If we could only bottle a little bit of rain
  Wrung out from the history in its ancient leaves
  All we need is a candlelit bedroom
  All you ever wanted was a state of grace
  Every waking moment you believe that
  Love will always lead you to a better place
  The never ending stories of the victor and the spoils
  The treasure and the lesson to be learned
  If I could ever wrap up a little piece of this
  Id strike a match and watch the contents burn
  Love will always lead to a candlelit bedroom
  Only if you want it bad enough
  Every waking moment you believe that
  You must have a little faith in the light of love
  Every waking moment you believe that
  You must have a little faith in the light of love