Somewhere between
What can and can't be seen
I melt in your spring
You dusted off my wings
Your kiss upon my face
Feels like a brush with grace
Baby, that's all it takes
To take me higher
Chorus:
If true love really does exist
It would feel as pure as this
Baby, it's as if
We're dancing with angels . . .
Stealing light from shooting stars
We're just taking what is ours
In each other's arms
We're dancing with angels . . .
How did we find
Smooth blue in a crooked sky
Could be love winds
Gold threads through a grand design
Your whisper on my skin
Familiar healing wind
We must be slipping in
Heaven's windows
Repeat Chorus
Your kiss upon my face
Feels like a brush with grace
Baby, that's all it takes
To take me higher
Repeat Chorus twice