by Michael Naunnnnwith your voice on my lipsnni connected the wiresnnas the sun blew a kissnnand then turned off his lightnni just sat underneathnnof an old willow treennand adjusted your eyesnnso they rested on me for a whilennnnin a house on a treennby the wet of the streamnni became real to younnyou became real to mennas i fed you the worldnnthrough the holes in your eyesnnwith your voice on my lipsnni connected the wiresnnnnand we waited for something to sendnnand i loved from the startnnand i loved from the endnnand you loved me for all that i'd beennnall alongnnnnyou were nnin a wirennin the black of the nightnnas your breath played a songnnthat would keep me alivennand the green of the grassnnor the blue from your eyesnnand i knew that i'd love for the rest of your lifennnnand i waited for something to saynnthrough the black of the nightnnthrough the light of the daynnand you loved me for all i becamennall alongnnall alongnnall alongnnall alongnnall along