So I write some words for my baby because he wants something real, well I can tell you right now what's real is the way I feel, the sting in my eyes from tears that rise...up and flow down and an ache that I can't shake that I try to subdue with the sound of seattle and of frequencies that swim around my head and into my mind as I try not to think of you all the time, but it's hard and I trip up, slip up, fall, crash and have to find my way onto my feet again..and the science of rhythm is a science of the body and the heart, and I feel a murmur as we get to the good part and I may be blind in my confusion and grasping on to your delusion, but I have faith in time gone by and I got nothing to do here but try...to say hi more often and bye a little less and take solace in a dream where I fall asleep to your caress and no one else has the magic and no one else understands and no one else has your beauty that overcomes and transcends...to a place I want to be, with you all wrapped up in me, for now, for always, for eternity...