I spread my arms, disarm you to a point of there being no real world
Other than our very own
Time stands still ’til we feel ready to go all over again
The early-morning ZEN, the one that nobody else ever gets to feel
No intemt whatsoever in peeling ourselves away
Of course, there’ll be far more days just like this
Perfectly remiss
A red rose and a fallen petal upon your breakfast plate
Never be starved of attention
You turn to me, utterly warm-shouldered, wholeheartedly believing this to be nothing but fate
We sedate ourselves all over again so soon as we’ve stolen the whole wide day, serendipitously thieved all of it away
Swear to me you’ll never pay it forward