Some philosophies fuel the belief in the self Constructed to keep one's goods on one's own shelf Built well, you're a strong letter "I" With your feet on the ground and your head to the sky Now and then you can bend It's okay to lean over, lean over my way You fear that you can't do it all And you're right Even day takes relief every day From its work making light from the night And when you're holding me We make a pair of parentheses There's plenty space to encase Whatever weird way my mind goes I know I'll be safe in these arms When you're holding me We make a pair of parentheses There's plenty space to encase Whatever weird way my mind goes I know I'll be safe in these arms If something in the deli aisle makes you cry Of course I'll put my arm around you And I'll walk you outside Through the sliding doors Why would I mind? If something in the deli aisle makes you cry Of course I'll put my arm around you And I'll walk you outside Through the sliding doors Why would I mind? You're not a baby if you feel the world All of the babies they can feel the world That's why they cry And when you're holding me We make a pair of parentheses There's plenty space to encase Whatever weird way my mind goes I know I'll be safe in these arms When you're holding me We make a pair of parentheses There's plenty space to encase Whatever weird way my mind goes I know I'll be safe in these arms If something in the deli aisle makes you cry Of course I'll put my arm around you And I'll walk you outside Through the sliding doors Why would I mind? All of the babies they can feel the world That's why they cry And when you're holding me We make a pair of parentheses There's plenty space to encase Whatever weird way my mind goes I know I'll be safe in these arms When you're holding me We make a pair of parentheses There's plenty space to encase Whatever weird way my mind goes I know I'll be safe in these arms