What is a cradle? My arms feel so able But something is hindering that I could enable The way to a stable Reminder of that little craft What could a hymn face? The stillness, your cruel grace I've never been able to track Find me, aligning My thoughts were unwinding Together we'd do it like that I need A whistle, a prayer I need To look in the mirror I need A stumbling fact, something with tact, again ♪ I was a child then And still am but what had that ever been willing to rise? In answers and questions In handshakes and lessons In words that we both couldn't write What does my name mean? To you, is it everything? A ripple, an ember, a crack? And I will be careful The mind is a gamble I'd never anoint or retract I need A whistle, a prayer I need to look in the mirror I need A stumbling fact, something with tact, again I'll be A whistle, a prayer I need To look in the mirror I'll be A stumbling fact, something with tact, again Meet me at Melody Lane The words take a bit to explain Meet me again and again For eternity, it's got to be free The colors are blending Your kindness is mending me Mending you mending the rest Mending you mending the rest Mending you mending the rest