I love you, I hate you, I pull, and I push,
My heart's in a tangle, a wild, restless hush.
I want you, I crave you, I’m lost in this tide,
No compass to guide me, no place left to hide.

So read through my words, each tangled-up thought,
As if they were notes that confusion has wrought.
Sing me a song, let the melody sweep,
And carry me softly, gently to sleep.

In verses of heartache, in whispers of grace,
Let echoes of comfort find their own place.
For here I am drifting, unsure and afraid,
A soul in a song that the night has replayed