One

Time, I spend thinking
 What we shall say
 Pulses withhold
 Our eyes give away
 I know we both harbor
 A need for true words
 The kind that do last
 We keep beyond records
 Many people in my home
 And good friends too
 When I'd rather be one
 With either me or you
 Many people in my home
 And good friends too
 When I'd rather be one
 With either me or you
 Tired, they seem louder
 Burdened by lacks
 I willingly patch
 With euphoric crafts
 And though they be taxing
 They satisfy me
 Like a hundred good naps
 My body disagrees
 Many people in my home
 And good friends too
 When I'd rather be one
 With either me or you
 Many people in my home
 And good friends too
 When I'd rather be one
 With either me or you