Weave your words around me,
They feel so good pressed against my skin...

Your storm blew down my barriers,
Stoking an ember; dimly glowing...

A river ran along my cheek.
Past lips that tremble but dare not speak...

All night long I've been calculating,
This problem we've become...

Our days of dreaming have forgotten me here.
And the more I try to remember...

It feels as though I am spinning,
but my feet stay planted in place...