I’ve memorized the map across your palm The silence of this house is our only psalm No sudden sparks, no fireworks in the sky Just the strange comfort of this habit, you and I We’re dancing slow without moving our feet We know the rhythm of every cracked concrete. They say that time bleeds the color dry But we’ve learned to see through a darkened eye It’s not the fever, it’s not the roar... It’s just the shore. We are the anchor and the sea The knot that neither wants to set free It isn’t passion, it’s the frame Our dull routine is a wilder game Staying... is how we stay sane. Your flaws are mirrors of the ones I own We’re far past the age of being shown If the door swings wide, neither soul departs Mature love doesn’t fly... it falls into hearts It falls inward, it tangles deep The kind of secret we’re happy to keep. We are the anchor and the sea The knot that neither wants to set free It isn’t passion, it’s the frame Our dull routine is a wilder game Staying... is how we stay sane. Our quiet cure... A gentle vice. The structure. Stay.
