I learned to love you in silent moments,
like making tea in your kitchen.
I held you then, as we listened to the water boil,
and felt a moment of peace.
And when we blew our minds to bits across New York,
and when you held me in your arms as I cried,
I realized there was nowhere I'd rather be,
than with you.
When I fell for you, I had already hit the floor.
So I fell into the sky.