You fall every night
Through darkness and into the light
And I watch your tender trip
I would love to tighten your grip

It’s a mystery, it’s a mystery, what you’re doing to me
I feel lonesome ‘till you’re here when
I feel right in my head again

You call, call out to me
In the language developed for me
Your eyes, like hungry dog eyes

Your skin, so frail so alive

You sleep, I watch you go
Eyes tight shut, limbs free to fall
And I love the way you erupt,
On inwards, quietly and loved