Innocence of Love

She had a line instead of an arrow on her wrist

Instead of showing the way she showed how to stand in the same place

I couldn't tell by her indifference to my gaze

Are we bored of the games we're winning?

Or are we bored of the game?

I knew a girl called harmony

She sat by my side and heard the piano play

Is it the strange intimate moments that make us who we are?

Her head on my shoulder

As she looked at me with wonder

And suddenly I knew who I was

And the innocence of love isn't lost

She had a smile that showed a peace within herself

Like a once familiar texture or a note you wrote yourself

Something you'd like to remember

When you know you could do better

If we're bored of the games we're playing

Do we keep them on the shelf?