04. The Swarm

31May08

Here in this storm | you are the eye in the calm
And I am the norm | and you are the axis upon
Which I stand | in a state of alarm

And all these twists and turns | they | take us to a nice place
And by any other name you’d still have grace

Here in the swarm | we’d stay close and warm
And I am a bore | and you are the core of what | I am | longing | for

And all these twists and turns they | take us to a nice place
And by other name you’d still have grace

And all the twisting lines | they | blow our minds
And at any other time you might be mine

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