You call it bright And I call it simple And somewhere in the middle is truth You see the hill And I see the castle Our front that was united is doomed, ooh You call this brick and mortar I call this sacred skin You see the figure skater I fear the ice is thin and The light is all around us But when we spar, it's dim We're right here in the middle Missing the miracle You see the cloud And I see the lining And somewhere in the middle is sun And you say it's greatness And I say bad timing And when we leave the ring, no one's won, ooh I go for the jugular You knock till you get in You hold the loud and raucous And I hear the dropping pin and You run all front and center I whisper paper thin We're right here in the middle Missing the miracle The winter gets long The rapids get white And what doesn't kill us Turns to grey You call this brick and mortar I call this sacred skin You see the figure skater and I fear the ice is thin and The light is all around us But when we spar it's dim We're right here in the middle Missing the miracle Missing the miracle (The light is all around us) Missing the miracle (The light is all around us) Missing the miracle