It’s insane, in a way, but I feel myself open through it every day

And it’s staid, and deranged, but my world’s an open mattress for as long as you stay

And I fold it across, it’s a wheel, the things I check in the mirror

And I fold you across, and it’s clear, but these things they do become clearer

I’m holding myself in soft surrender

I’m holding myself in soft surrender

I’m holding myself in soft surrender

(For the first time our human family stands or falls on feelings of affection. It is disastrous for all of us to continue to define romantic love as a mystery)

It’s insane in a way but I hold myself over to it every day

And it’s staid and deranged, but my world’s an open blanket for as long as you stay

And I fold it across, it’s a wheel, the things I check in the mirror

And I fold you across, and it’s clear, but these things they do become clearer.

And I caught myself alone

I’m holding myself in soft surrender

I’m holding myself in soft surrender

I’m holding myself in soft surrender (am I safe?)

I’m holding myself in soft surrender

I’m holding myself in soft surrender

I’m holding myself in soft surrender (am I safe?)

It’s insane, in a way, but we kill ourselves more through it every day