When I was done
Trippen' the blue...

Uncomfortable greetings
Casualties of a moment...

Comfortable in your arms
Without the hurt you paint my heart...

Pulling a string
Frayed patient at the loose end...

We were vagrants, we were strangers
As we joined on barren earth...

At the collection of spirit and flesh
The beginning...

Gentle hands upon the railing
Loose cotton over body...

Arms fold shyly from their span
He bends his knees, as back is crooked forward...

Not even an insane man would give up pure...
Nor would the blindest woman fail to see my sorted...

I noticed that you're waiting
As you should until you're ready...