I brought you a perfect shell back from the beach Sweet in its curl, sharp in its cut Ivory white Unharmed, whole I gave it to you In the hope you’d see My gift was whole Like me
You are never mine while I've been owned Belonged To you the moment you lay me down on the floor, Showed me the tired map of your travels talked of rivers, waterfalls and ice
These long months of building buildings in the air, based on your beautiful hazel eyes, the scars of stories along your chin, how you pull me into your arms and once again I am home.