You understand more than you think. What is it that's in the air when I am with you? Too much of me, but that is how I knew to find you, all things that remind me of you. I wanted to be near you, and then everything else came. You don't find out until you show up: if you're near mint, you're gonna get frisked. Maybe it's Patriot Act paranoia, maybe the everything's wired up jitters. A divine bondage, a blade's nick. Is there a voice I know in this world? No-thing has heard from me, but my notes lay bare.
What I knew for certain is I had to feel your touch, and I knew you could hear me.