The Little Things

Like a rolling tide

Like a gentle slide

nears the point where you and I converge

I won't have you say

that my wilful ways

is a vast new land just now emerging

You know what I am

I'm the fire you thought you'd lost

I'm that breathless touch of frost

The one spell that will endure

The cancer and now the cure

And you seem to find

a pleasant peace of mind

in the fact that I'd take on the world for you

Does it strike you then,

when you withdraw again,

that it might be worth your while to see it through?

Make a leap of faith

Trust the riddles and the signs

Cross that cold, forbidding line

Find the trail between the words

and chase down what you have stirred

'Cause I know you feel it change

From a whisper to a storm

From a keyhole to a door

From a flow of honeyed brine

to your tremors locked in mine

I was never moved by serenades beneath my window,

but by your gentle touch on my spirit and on me

I am!

I am spirit, I am clay

I am growth and I'm decay

I'm a saint ablaze with sin

and I end where I begin

And I will not be defined

by another's set of rules;

by a Reason void of Truth

My own path is mine to choose,

but my heart is all for you

It's the little things,

like this need to sing

Like the way your voice resounds in me

Like the way you resound in me