I've got a lover who smiles when I cry.

Her gentle caressing hand is the soft poison of the universe
Her beaming blue eyes are the hard facts of life.

I've got a lover who loves when I play guitar,
But only cause I'll die.

She takes the time to tell me
In her own transducing code
It was written in periphery
My infinite abode

I've got a lover who says everything at once when she opens her mouth.
I only want a word

I'll vibrate on her lips to sing:
I'll be your living bird