I don't care if I never get to lay a finger on you
In this realm that we call reality
I needed magic
I have always needed so much magic
To convince myself to stay awake and navigate

And you appeared with words of quiet charm the untrained eye would
Skip past for brighter pictures, but not me
I saw you coming
And I knew that we were onto something
For I'm no stranger to that stranger fate
Appreciate its strange dictates
And move accordingly

When my eyes are open
I'll read the words you wrote and
Reply for the rest of my life with my mouth closed, and

When my eyes are closed and
I dream or die and we're walking through a ghost-land
We'll talk and talk and talk

I am at peace with the constraints within which this can sparkle
The candle burns politely, quietly
Isn't it tragic? It could not even get close to tragic
For on the margin just one tiny flame, so rare, sustains

All of the heat and light required to read along at night by
Pushing me onwards in this story
I've heard you humming
A tune I've always loved, and loving
Is a form of alchemy I've felt before
And can't ignore
A lamb of love
And move accordingly

When my eyes are open
I'll read the words you wrote and
Reply for the rest of my life with my mouth closed, and

When my eyes are closed and
I dream or die and we're walking through a ghost-land
We'll talk and talk and talk