Some philosophies fuel the belief in the self
Constructed to keep one’s goods on one’s own shelf
Built well, you’re a strong letter «I»
With your feet on the ground and your head to the sky
Now and then you can bend
It’s okay to lean over, lean over my way
You fear that you can’t do it all
And you’re right
Even day takes relief every day
From its work making light from the night
And when you’re holding me
We make a pair of parentheses
There’s plenty space to encase
Whatever weird way my mind goes
I know I’ll be safe in these arms
If something in the deli aisle makes you cry
Of course I’ll put my arm around you
And I’ll walk you outside
Through the sliding doors
Why would I mind?
You’re not a baby if you feel the world
All of the babies they can feel the world
That’s why they cry
All of the babies they can feel the world
That’s why they cry