Bounce

A steady hand can hardly stand 
to waiver from its course, so slightly 
I do believe in symmetry, but it's hard to see 
when we're living so awkwardly 
Our love grew slow like coral reefs 
beneath the mellow waves of a warming ocean 
And left behind the static lines of home 
to design a new horizon 

If I'm impolite, it's not a trend 
but just a way to bend these new anxieties. 
The privilege of compromise 
has risen to the cause of possibility 
An iceberg slowly melting in the gulf-stream 
sends a letter to its lover 
I'll soon return a hurricane 
and blow away your doubtful reservations. 

Wayoway I'm a little bit slow 
when the mind falls out 
theres nothing left but the echo