As a child, I was supposed to dream about this moment.
Though it was all for your enjoyment…
The question that was to preceded the title
Thus began our dance, my perfect recital.
There’s something wrong with me,
Something I can’t quite fix.
But someone somewhere,
Is surely getting their kicks.
I’ve danced so long, that sleep brings no rest.
I crumble; into pieces, easier to digest.
Falling into something I always knew
All I see, a little me and all of you.
There’s something wrong with me,
Something I can’t quite fix.
But someone somewhere,
Is surely getting their kicks.
I suppose you wonder the question I’m asked.
Well there He stands in perfect contrast,
He utters no words, just reaches his hand to me
As though I’m supposed to just agree.
There’s something wrong with me,
Something I can’t quite fix.
I bet someone somewhere,
Is surely getting their kicks.
You’ve been with me for years, always watching from afar.
Your form, though ever changing, I will always recognize.
My hand in yours, you will always emphasize.
No more empty lines, thus ends my refrain
Take me with you, off to your domain.
