Melancholy midnights spent waiting on your touch
But the head on my chest is nothing but mem'ry
As you stay away and I stay alone
Waiting and waiting
Til you break this stone
Emerges the heart from out of its case
And there you stand, hammer in hand
Breaking through to me
Melancholy midnights imagining your touch
But the feeling of warmth is just in my head
The truth of the night makes the stone fill with lead
And cemented, encased in a lead-fashioned jacket
The ***** within is protected from your radiance
As portrayed by my mind
And I stay alone
Waiting and waiting

Well I've followed you a hundred years, and the journey's led us here
To a hundred one a-coming fast, another age so near

Are you going my way, stranger? For a stranger you might be
But you aren't and we both know it, and we know I'll go with thee
Hundred One is mighty fine, but think how great it'll be:
Two Hundred One and your ancient bones still make a bone of me

Yes two hundred one, when skin is paper, I'll still hold you near
And inhale the dust that once was your hair, and sneeze it in your ear

Can you see the tracks ahead? I can hear the whistle CHOO
As it spits what we will be, in time: black ash in sky of blue
Hundred One is nearing now, and I'll board this train with you
But know, my love, that I am yours, and whatever you see fit, do

I've followed you a hundred years, and I am following still
For a love like this, with stones or sticks or magic or tricks or spears or swords or guns or words, you simply cannot ****

And lo did I wish for a glimpse
A glimpse within the looking glass
Not at myself, but at just beyond
And lo did I lean in and behold! now
Now has the mirror cracked
Cracked for my too-strong desire
A desire to hold what was just beyond
To squeeze it close to my breast and relinquish it never
How sweet she is! How lovely!
But crack not o, mirror!
Let me lean in and hold that sweet and lovely which I so desire
Let me hold close to my breast that which is just beyond
Let me hold her without her cracking
Let me touch that which is perfection and leave not a finger mark nor scratch nor strand of hair
Let me love her without changing that which makes her perfect

Squibbly-dibbley-Dee
She loves me
Nurbley-durbley-dur
I loves her
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Gonna say 'I do'!

I used to write words a mile a minute, like my mind was on fire and nothing would stop the burning except words
And then you
You stopped the burning and I lost my breath and the words stopped pouring out of me. . .
It was because until you, I had no voice
I was coasting on the momentum of a thousand hands before me, pushing a thousand phrases into the same old form on the page
I was a copycat thief, stealing what I knew, because what I knew was safe
I thought what I knew was safe
What I knew. . . But I knew you, and I fell in love
And falling in love is not safe
Falling in love is like every other version of falling, except people don't believe it can happen as easily as they believe that falling down stairs can happen
Falling down stairs happens every day
Falling in love does not
But the vulnerability is still present in each, and I knew it and it was not safe
I knew you and you were not safe
I lost my stolen words, and I had to find new ones
New words that I did not steal, but these new words are still ******
These new words are a six year old taking the bike out for the first time and scraping his knees ******
These new words are a trip to Disneyland when you're very young and you've lost your parents and you can't enjoy the park because you're terrified that they'll leave without you
These new words aren't worth ****
But they're worth everything
They're worth everything because they're new
They aren't stolen
They are harder
I can't fit them into the shapes I have seen
They're a DIY project gone terribly wrong, but I keep at it, because it's a project we're both working on
I'm burning my hands with the hot glue gun, and you're coated in glitter glue
But we're doing it together
And these new words are part of the process
Part of the danger
Part of what I knew, but what I know now is you
I know you, and you're showing me the ropes, as we read the manual

Who knows that girl from the city abroad?
The girl with the smile and the little head nod?
That girl's running 'round with the key to my heart
With the power to stop it, or my whole life start

Who knows that girl from across the way?
The girl who picks flowers each and every day?
That girl is a princess, not Disney, but still
She's got the wave and the eyes and the kindness that kills

Who knows that boy with his hand in his pocket?
His other hand clasping his mother's gold locket?
That boy's got hands so gentle and caring
Eyes just like icebergs into which I am staring

Who knows that boy with the scuffed up shoes?
The boy who brightens when asked to share views?
He's a real go-getter, and I just know he'll win
'Cause his pure little heart is bereft of sin

It seems the worst of the waves are yet to come
The rough before the storm
As I sit in my newspaper boat, afloat
In a sea deep with regret
Waves topple, I tumble, boat falls asunder
Can I stay afloat?
Donning cap like Edmund, grab the ship debris
But it's not news to me
And the waves crash harder, deeper I go
'til my feet touch the bottom and I feel Peter
He's trying to go home, but this is not the way
I emerge and here I find, the best for last has stayed behind
And a wave of enormous proportions crashes down
I'm churned like a washing machine
Growing dizzy as the stains are erased
But I loved the stains; they made me who I was
The wave pops me out, and I see who I am
And it's not news to me
No, it's not news to me