From this place With my head on your chest And your hand wrapped over my arm I've only ever seen Half of anything. Half of the movies Half of the cartoons Half of the bedroom Half of the sky Half of the sunset Half of everything; With my shoulder always blocking one eye. But I see your hand there with that eye, And I feel your heartbeat under my cheek I hear your breath Smell your skin; And the half of everything Of anything Is made whole From this place With my head on your chest.