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