Bounce

A steady hand can hardly stand

To waiver from its course, so slightly

I do believe in symmetry, but it's hard to see

When we're living so awkwardly

Our love grew slow like coral reefs

Beneath the mellow waves of a warming ocean

And left behind the static lines of home

To design a new horizon

If I'm impolite, it's not a trend

But just a way to bend these new anxieties

The privilege of compromise

Has risen to the cause of possibility

An iceberg slowly melting in the gulf-stream

Sends a letter to its lover

I'll soon return a hurricane

And blow away your doubtful reservations

Wayoway I'm a little bit slow

When the mind falls out

Theres nothing left but the echo