So after all is said and donenWe're still not that much furthernFrom the place that this begannBut I still think we're perfectnJust to be 'perfect' is to be stupidnAnd I'm stupidly in lovenI'm so in lovennSo baby, hold your palmsnFour inches from your eyesnI know our paths will come to an endnAt the same town and timenI know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in minennSo, Angharad, you're sleepingnAnd this bedroom is freezingnWind rattles your silver photo treenI make hand puppets and shadowsnWith the light from the lamppostnThat crawls up your walls from Larch DrivenI put my thumb to my thumbnAnd my forefingers togethernI create a circle to make a halo in the shadowsnAnd hold it above your shadow's headnnSo baby, hold your palmsnFour inches from your eyesnI know our paths will come to an endnAt the same town and timenI know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in minennNo matter where you're walkingnYour feet are always nTwo steps ahead of your legsnYou'll always be the second silver spoonnNeeded to complete the setnYou said you were lonely when he went homenBut you'll never knownAnd you'll never be as lonely nAs this useless second pillownWith which I share my bednnSo baby, hold your palmsnFour inches from your eyesnI know our paths will come to an endnAt the same town and timenI know 'cause your hand fits perfectly in mine