You fall every night Through darkness and into the light And I watch your tender trip I would love to tighten your grip It's a mystery, it's a mystery, what you're doing to me I feel lonesome âtill you're here when I feel right in my head again You call, call out to me In the language developed for me Your eyes, like hungry dog eyes Your skin, so frail so alive You sleep, I watch you go Eyes tight shut, limbs free to fall And I love the way you erupt, On inwards, quietly and loved