There is a slight heavenly way
The smog and the light meet to make morning
Slip through the windows of our bedroom
These days i wake lying at your side
Where im afraid of moving at all
Embracing the lack of control over the circumstance
Of loving you
I go downstairs to make some coffee
Sit in a chair find something to read
I could live for smaller things if i had to
For everything is precariously waiting to fall or to fly as the time goes by
Pour some milk and watch it rise into a plume of white
There is a slight heavenly way
The wrong and the right meet to make meaningly balance
On the breaking off and building on
And you come downstairs to make some breakfast
I wonder where you went in your sleep
Embracing the lack of control over the circumstance
Of loving you