Look out of any window…  
Dividing the morning  
And the evening   
And the day into thirds  
  
What’s a window but a box for the sky?  
And what’s the sky but a box full of birds?  
And what’s a bird but a box for our dreams?  
And what’s a dream but a box full of words?  
  
And what’s a word but a box full of meaning?  
And what does it mean to be a box at all?  
Does it need to hold something?  
Does it need to hold rain?  
What is rain but a song about a river?  
And what is a river but a way for water to fall?  
This river flows out and around some corner  
To meet the ocean   
To answer its call  
  
We see it all from where we stand  
Through your eyes we see it plain  
We’re going home tomorrow  
We’re going home broken  
Shattered by beauty  
It’s hard to explain  
  
But what is beauty but a box for love?  
And what is love but a box for pain?  
What is pain but a box for mercy?  
Just like the ocean  
… Is just  
A box of rain