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