Yo‐Yo Ma
The Trappings (Of Potential)

We sing in the chill of the morning
Still drunk on our options
To the angel of settling down
(Stirring in our bed)
Never thought I'd find you in the trappings of potential
(Happiness)
Was a soft ray of moonlight

Thus we anchor each other
Strollers in Brooklyn
With the ghost of living it up
(Whispering in our heads)
I bet you thought you'd lose me in the trappings of kinetic
(Happiness)
Is a sharp
Ray of sunlight
Piercing our dreams
In a dark room

Ah, the things we made of loneliness
A double LP spun from a late-night text
Work was the loom, love was a spool of thread, we were weaving into and out of our element
Now the deadlines are breathing down our necks, whatcha gonna make for me of your happiness
Love's at the loom, we are the spools of thread, being woven into and out of our element

So we dance through a lull in the evening
Born asleep in children
With the saints of soldiering on
(Trying to forget)
If we don our
Rose-colored trappings of potential
Down in the perfect incompleteness of getting any
Happiness (is a sharp)
Ray of sunlight
Piercing our dreams
In a dark room
Till we throw back
The curtains and sing
In the cold
Clear
Morning