Slipping out drop, drop - You move me like a puppet and her master.
If I belong to anything I'm glad it is this.
You have a way of taking my troubles, my poison and turning it into medicine.
What kind of man can be still when you play?
I want to marvel at something.
I want to let my body speak for me.
Being swept up like a child on the floor
I don't need saving, but still want to be held. I want to be enraptured by the world's ruin.
I want to get lost in the madness that is adventure. I want to steal a piece of excitement for myself. Save it in my jewelry box and pull it out in my years of despair.
