I shall call you my dream sphere, your colors iridescent in a bubble, fearless
of all the obstacles we meet that try to kill us.
Well, I shall cling to you, racing through your pinball-like optimism.
You should hold me long and dear, I know, because we’ve caused each other to drop freely
into this urgent joy unleashed by us so wisely.
And you can cling to me, I’m steering free; We helm this vessel raging.
Some people need a labeling, but that’s not me.
All I need is you to be whatever you see fit to be to me.
Catch me if you think I’m falling and I need some saving,
You be my hero, white knight, and all;
Catch me if you think I’m falling and I need some saving;
Cuz to surrender is to win, giving in to the rolling motion.
I shall call you my dream sphere, cuz when you’re near me, you cocoon me in a radiance
of an urgent joy, a buoy that sustains us.
You have awakened me, we are steering free; You helm this vessel raging.
Some people need a labeling, but that’s not me.
All I need is you to be whatever you see fit to be to me.
Catch me if you think I’m falling and I need some saving,
You be my hero, white knight, and all;
Catch me if you think I’m falling and I need some saving;
Cuz to surrender is to win, giving in to the rolling motion.
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