He listens to Stevie now I love him more than me, that’s my trigger word, you see. How did he know? Influenced by the evening air he takes my hand, leads me there to fall deep, I’m prepared. I think he knows.
Fearless, it’s clear this man was meant to teach reach, the deep cores of my body. The ice & fire that burns my hands like snow, I tell him but he already knows.
With his love, I breathe underwater.
He listens to me even hears what I don’t speak, beats in sync with my heartbeat, That same flow. I had died for the longest time he says he’s here to make me come alive. We stay rooted but we fly, just let it flow, we let it flow.
Fearless, it’s clear this man was meant to teach reach, the deep cores of my body. The ice & fire that burns my hands like snow, I tell him but he already knows.
