Or put my arms around you
Like i think you want me to
But tell me what you're thinking
I so often misconstrue
Treading water treading white wine
Seeing borders seeing straight lines
I get these feelings that i don't
Have much time
Always rushing always late
Movies like zoos
I talk to missionaries when they're
Standing at my door
They tell me what i should be reading
I still can't see what for
We both stand there politely trying
To change each other's core
When other angels float by
They seem likely to fall from the sky
What i want is difficult i must try
I see traces when you walk
And other voices when you talk