[Verse 1]
A steady hand can hardly stand
To waiver from its course, so slightly
I do believe in symmetry, but it's hard to see
When we're living so awkwardly
Our love grew slow like coral reefs
Beneath the mellow waves of a warming ocean
And left behind the static lines of home
To design a new horizon
[Verse 2]
If I'm impolite, it's not a trend
But just a way to bend these new anxieties
The privilege of compromise
Has risen to the cause of possibility
An iceberg slowly melting in the gulf-stream
Sends a letter to its lover
I'll soon return a hurricane
And blow away your doubtful reservations
Wayoway I'm a little bit slow
When the mind falls out
Theres nothing left but the echo