Lyrics The Optimist - Tom Rosenthal

Nothing is wanting
Just what I want
The birds wait till morning
The rain is does not

Darkness is brewing
Galaxies away
Mug's on the table
Tea's going grey

All I want is here before me
And it's lonely

So I escape to your face
Your eyes in the stars
May they always find a way
To take me apart
You could say I was an optimist
Beaming like a fool
But I know where I found it
I found it in you

Quiet and empty
I feel kind of full
Of some sort of gladness
And nothing to do

Here I go
Optimist
Looking out there for you
Beams like a fool
I think I found them in you