Bounce

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 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