You turn the evening into motion, then leave it hanging in the air I watch the sparks around your outline, like they were always waiting there. You take a little piece of silence and push it somewhere out of view. I stay calm enough to notice what the room becomes with you. You move too fast, I hold the line. You light the sky, I keep the time. Wild on you feels like light breaking through. Like the whole wide world forgot what it was supposed to do. I should look away, but I never really do. There’s something in the way I get wild on you. You make the small things almost cosmic, like every word can start a wave. You smile like rules are only weather, and I’m the shelter they forgot to name. I never needed perfect quiet,(quiet) I never asked for polished calm. You bring the bright unsettled feeling, I bring the steady open palm. You bend the night, I read the signs. You chase the spark, I draw the line. Wild on you feels like light breaking through. Like the whole wide world forgot what it was supposed to do. I should look away, but I never really do. There’s something in the way I get wild on you. No crash, no storm, just a quiet change. The air turns bright, the room feels strange. Wild on you I keep the time I draw the line On you...
