Well-marked and tremblin'
Waterlogged and fumblin'
Painfully shy to let it go the distance
Trance after trance
So cold, fingers fumblin'
So young and tumblin'
Here you don't got a prayer
Barely half a chance
Loving the leaning on
Loving the leaning on
Of happenstance
Too dark and stumblin'
Watermark a trembling
Therein the love and tilt
Of your stance
Here in the lilt of lip and
Strange romance
Therein the lean and tilt
Of your stance
Learning to love
Learning to love
Happenstance
