I know what you are
You're my fanfare
Am I yours as well?
I'm your fanfare
Alone I fell
Into the room
Now I walk out
In hand with you
I was a child running
Into the warm arms of a fire
We keep pulling through
All the time
We'll speak in absolutes
Half the time
Meet me at the bridge
Of your nose
Meet me everywhere
Our hands go
Leave the outside light on for a while
Charm me with stories of your night
Did we fall asleep with the light on again?
How were your dreams? And were we moths in them?
Wouldn't that be pretty?
Wouldn't that be?
