if we're gonna be children 
for the rest of our lives 
why then pretend to be husbands and wives? 
and if we're gonna be blinded 
by the tiniest light 
why not admit that we prefer the night? 

do we take out our toy swords and guns? 
or put out the white flag and run? 

you are 
my harbor 
my knight in shining armor 
and i wonder if sometimes you know 
all you are 
you are 
the air 
this drowning fool's last prayer 
and tonight i would kill to be where 
you are 

if we're gonna stay hungry 
for the rest of this meal 
i will confess at least how hungry i feel 
and if there's anyone listening 
while this tree tries to fall 
please make a note it was my heart that made this call 

and sometimes the demons take charge 
and deal everyone the wrong cards 

but you are 
my harbor 
my knight in shining armor 
and i wonder sometimes if you know 
all you are 

you are 
the air 
this drowning fool's last prayer 
and tonight i would kill to be where 
you are 

Words & Music by Harriet Schock