I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night, Rough on the surface, but you cut through like a knife, And if it was an open/shut case, I never would have known from the look on your face, Lost in your current like a priceless wine.
Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind, Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in, As if you were a mythical thing, Like you were a trophy or a champion ring, And there was one prize I'd cheat to win.
