I was white as alabaster...

There is a fine line
between light and sunshine
and you are the sunshine to me.
Yeah, you are a beacon,
never darken or weaken,
and I was blind but now I see that...

I was white as alabaster,
cold as alabaster, alabaster...
and I just kept running faster
but I couldn't capture
any good in this world.

Neither rhyme nor reason
could make sense of this season...
in the summer, in the dead of fall.
There are millions of good words,
but no word that I've heard
does you justice at all.

'Cause I was white as alabaster,
cold as alabaster, alabaster...
and I just kept running faster
but you just can't capture
all the good in this world.

But there is a fine line
between light and sunshine
and you are the sunshine to me.