The Little Things

Like a rolling tide
 Like a gentle slide nears the point where you and I converge
 I won't have you say that my wilful ways is a vast new land just now emerging
 You know what I am
 I'm the fire you thought you'd lost
 I'm that breathless touch of frost
 The one spell that will endure
 The cancer and now the cure
 And you seem to find a pleasant peace of mind in the fact that I'd take on the world for you
 Does it strike you then, when you withdraw again, that it might be worth your while to see it through?
 Make a leap of faith
 Trust the riddles and the signs
 Cross that cold, forbidding line
 Find the trail between the words and chase down what you have stirred
 'Cause I know you feel it change
 From a whisper to a storm
 From a keyhole to a door
 From a flow of honeyed brine
 To your tremors locked in mine
 I was never moved by serenades beneath my window, but by your gentle touch on my spirit and on me
 I am!
 I am spirit, I am clay
 I am growth and I'm decay
 I'm a saint ablaze with sin and I end where I begin
 And I will not be defined by another's set of rules; by a Reason void of Truth
 My own path is mine to choose, but my heart is all for you
 It's the little things, like this need to sing
 Like the way your voice resounds in me
 Like the way you resound in me