Through darkness and into the light
And I watch your tender trip
I would love to tighten your grip
It's a mystery, it's a mystery, what you're doing to me
I feel lonesome "˜till you're here when
I feel right in my head again
In the language developed for me
Your eyes, like hungry dog eyes
Your skin, so frail so alive
You sleep, I watch you go
Eyes tight shut, limbs free to fall
And I love the way you erupt,
On inwards, quietly and loved More from Plans And Apologies