Here in this storm | you are the eye in the calm
And I am the norm | and you are the axis upon
Which I stand | in a state of alarm
And all these twists and turns | they | take us to a nice
place
And by any other name you’d still have grace
Here in the swarm | we’d stay close and warm
And I am a bore | and you are the core of what | I am |
longing | for
And all these twists and turns they | take us to a nice
place
And by other name you’d still have grace
And all the twisting lines | they | blow our minds
And at any other time you might be mine
