There comes a time when we’ve run out of wishes
And all that we hope for is weighed down by gold
If only the naked were clothed in the kisses
Of lovers, beautiful lovers

Those who believe are resigned to confessing
That those seen as nothing are now to be told
They are the ones who inherit the blessing of wonder
The realms of wonder

There’s a moment for all to see
Is there a way it was meant to be?
A way that commands of you
Makes a demand on you
Voice on the wind it is calling
To how we could be
We’re in recovery

Eyes filled with tears, overflow of souls aching
Dissolving despair as they fall to ground
Deep in the longing is burgeoning vision
Discovered, release and uncover

Wildflowers bloom from the fields of abandon
Despairing and scorned disregarded despised
Earth passed to mourning now bursting in laughter
With colour, blossoming colour

There’s a moment for all to see
Is there a way it was meant to be?
A way that commands of you
Makes a demand on you
A voice on the wind it is calling
To how we could be
We’re in recovery
How we could be
We’re in recovery

Placing our hearts on the things that we have
Without question their value will fall
Given that we are worth more than them all

Stars of the sky, their light you and I carry
Sun fire wrapped up in muscle and bone
We are the ones for whom we’ve been waiting
Hearts burning, glorious yearning

There’s a moment for all to see
Another way it was meant to be
And it’s a way that commands of you
Makes a demand on you
A voice on the wind it is calling
To how we could be
We’re in recovery
How we should be
We’re in recovery (repeat to fade)