Blurry thoughts of you, shift into focus as I wake
They follow me around, as I go about my day
Your name perched on my lips, tumbles into speech
In wakeful anxiety it's you that I seek
Yet you stand strong and cold against the tropic storm of my love
Oh but happy blur beneath me, you're warm to the touch!

It’s give and take but mostly give
A less dignified way to be and live
I opened up my arms, home and heart for the taking
I'm seeping through the cracks in the walls that you're making
I ask nothing of you, I'm without cunning or spite
So place your calloused hand in mine and give up the fight