A finger on your own creation
Queen told me to eat of kerosene
I must be real for the nation
Should you ever touch the sky
There's no need to cry "deep wide ocean"
You should know the score
I follow in the space you travelled
Your trail of heart unravels
I pass the clearing you made for when happiness was
Just a thimble in your eye
Something deeper has begun
There's no need to cry deep wide ocean
Something real or something divine
There's no need to choose
To be right here, over there
Think and feel softest hair
You remind me of something yet to be lived
Oh, baby, I can't complain
For I love to watch you play
No, I could not contain it for my eyes
Of many graces you told me
And forever I will love you
I'll be around if you're low, though