"Pinnochio" lyrics

From a hole in the floor
To a fountain of youth
You stepped to the door
All your hair in your hands
Wet through the shoes, and the calendar spun
On the porch by the moon
Your words trailing off like a fading balloon

And today, you became real
In the quiet light, you stayed
And the child you found, you changed
With your head in your hands, you sang

You sang in the deep blues by the window pane
With the whole world crashing into your skull
And you found the darkest place to lay your weary head
And share your secret soul

Today, you became real
In the quiet light, you stayed
And the child you found, you changed
With your head in your hands, you sang

You sang, and you sang, ooh
And you sang, ooh
And you sang, ooh
And you sang, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

And today, you became real
In the quiet light, you stayed
And the child you found, you changed
With your head in your hands, you sang

You sang
You sang
You sang
You sang
You sang