Rushing into love
What is this urge to get comfortable?
Crashing seems so inevitable
We prevent the dove
From ever taking off

Feelings come to fear rising up
As soon as they show up, they are caged inside
It’s never enough, it always needs to be otherwise
Our thoughts often go against our deepest desires

We’re in such a hurry to build something stable
We don’t even take the time to find something suitable
For the both of us

We’re in such a hurry to be completely dependent
We forget how to complete each others sentence
I’d just like to discuss…

With you like a child.

I don’t want to hold my breath trying to be
The love that’s missing in our lives
My heart says it wants to go slowly.
The dove only meets with the skies
When the wind blows smoothly