Soft, you can count all her bones, her voice soft and rich
Kindness, or anything close, we both scratch at the itch
Healing, a new mother's warmth, something just like a home
Playing, the strings of our hearts, her affection on loan
What would it mean if we'd fall from each other's good grace
Trying to make time to find time to find a brief change of pace
Safely breathing at home, you say it's worse than before
Kids in the apartment upstairs, keep banging the floor
You see in me in what I've always seen in you
We can see ourselves with mirrors in the room
What would it mean if we'd fall from each other's good grace
Trying to make time to find time to find a brief change of pace