Rushes To

Saturdays involved making our entrances into life outside
We've been in this room too long
Recreation is keeping us self contained and aware
Of each other's form
Still and in full strides just the same
Keeping us warm
Walking in straight lines
Talking in sleep at night
Coddled and pacified
Of virgins of mothers
Son who leave
The son who leave
Having you around
Son who leave
The son who leave
Having you around is
What if we decide to live by choice
All this time I knew
That average was something to fall back on
After genius ends
I watch video only difference is
It's flat and we miss sparks of lightning storm
Behind wet faces
Slip my pants back on
And rewind it back one more
The tape stopped before I was back alone
I'll be back before
The street lights on, before the daylight's gone
I was spoiled by lavish thoughts
They don't compare, no not at all
And had this been the best I might not know
What to do with all
Of what you've shown
What you give, my words can’t hold
If acts of god
Breaks us all
Least we did us perfect
Perfect, perfect
Love, love, love
Perfect, perfect
If you never been in love