At bat a-gain.

The joys of cohabitation...
Waking up 4.45 in the morning
Every morning. Sinking loneliness.
Now that I've got you...I didn't expect paradise.
To say I held my breath for breakfast in bed...
Your sensitivity to my sighs surprises...

Five busted fingers on one hand, but on the other...
I wanted white gold. At least, I thought I did.
Virtue said you'd do half. Where do we draw that line?
Even, though you don't dance, side step away my love.