When would be the right time to put this in to words?
Could it be my life-line was simply bees and birds?
I’ve never thought it too wise to let myself relax
But could it be those blue eyes have stopped me in my tracks?
I can’t believe how I am blessed
I just stand here and hold my breath
It’s not a different season, it still rains midsummer’s day
But you give me a reason to put those things away
The line of getting better would be possible to blur
This isn’t your love letter, this is gospel literature
The sun is no more likely to rise if not to shine
But something’s always slightly more colourful this time
A constant that we hold true, a just-remembered dream
Of when my arms enfold you like muscle memory
And when we say “before” it’s with the ring of obsolete
Although I never thought of anything as incomplete
It wasn’t like a jacket in to which I finally grew
I always was exactly who I am in knowing you
