I'm clumsy for you baby...
I'm trippin' over these metaphors,
You use to describe our love.
Oh, how I love when you speak.
Like the sky as endless as our passion,
That's deep in our veins...
Deep like the long strokes to your sacral.
And my smile, when you smile...
Like the sun.
On Gods day...
We were made for each other.
We were made as one.
Like the soil to the roots.
And the soil to our souls.
I've fallen.
And I hope I never get up.
My knees have buckled.
And my heart...
It's beating in your palm.
You own me.
