I've got a new idea in my head
So big it seems to slam all my friends
And fail to recognize where I stand
No need to reconcile or give back
So give me nothing less, but I expect
I'd love to have your blood in my chest
Your hidden (?) you're tall and (?)
Your secret tethers round, I'm barely close
Come in, come in close
Welcome back
This is the secret past
Silent hold
Don't leave, please don't go
Your breath is cold
Don't leave till next new sun
Or next new cold