face to face is how we met
and we sway
and we sway
and we sway

today is freeday
I have released all questions
Dropped them in the bucket on my way in
Hung them with my coat and lost my ticket
Arms raise
Muscles release
Reflexes relax
Leaks become floods without the tragedy of lives lost

Closer and
Closer and
Closer

When sand slips we must let it go
Clay is moldable in the hands of the makers
I find your hands on me in creative ways
Pushing me through delicate spaces with ease and care
Gentle and urgent
No demand is ever too much

In this tone of voice I would for you lie face down on asphalt
On a night wet with acid rain
Just to humor you
Life befalls no threat in your company
Never its going but its coming

And you bring me your gifts
Bring me your gifts
And I will make you king of kings over all my majesty

Keep them coming
Keep me coming
Keep coming back for more off all that is yours
And here I will be
To deliver all your fantasies