What did I dream before I met you?
What did I think when I awoke?
Right now, I’m more or less obsessed with you
Back then, I more or less stayed home
What was I thinking fresh this morning?
Was it coffee or a shower or some toast?
What was I looking for when I woke up?
A message, phone call, or a post
I never really wanted a new lover
I didn’t see that it could work
Sometimes it feels like the path forward
Is just running at the face of a cliff
What might one find beneath your tresses?
That curl and fall all down your breast
What might one find inside our messages?
The stab in the dark of what comes next
The edges of this scene they shake from laughter
The tips of your fingers rest at ease
The warmth of a lamb come to the slaughter
Won’t you spare the life of this one please
I never really wanted a new lover
I didn’t see that it could work
Sometimes it feels like the path forward
Is just running off the edge of a cliff
Hummingbirds sip sweet clear nectar
From the flowers on the trees in my front yard
There are bees ‘a buzzing like sound effects here
Why does waking up seem so damn hard?
Lightning never comes without its thunder
Maybe it’s the other way around
Brightened and shocked within the wonder
Of the power and the strength of what I’ve found
What did I dream before I met you?
What did I think when I awoke?
Right now, I’m more or less obsessed with you
Back then, I more or less was broken