Love is just a word,
until you meet your soulmate.

I may be far from a sober mind
And you may be far away, dear
But maybes are made to be built on
And things can only be built up from here

Shock me soundly, brittle bird
crunch me under stained glass shards
  crash my plane of what's unheard
breaking me hard.

Acquaint me soundly, brittle bird
make the song of an empty sea
strip me bound of all I learned
falling me free.

Sleep me soundly, brittle bird
dream me of hallow and point crest
squeeze and shake out saintly words
filling my rest.