slow I'll sweep back your hair, whisper in your ear. I'll descend down from Heaven, on a zephyr from above. And I will give you summertime, I will show you love. I will dream of children when I look into your eyes, and I'll forget the stars because you've given me the skies. I will run through thunderstorms then step out into spring, present to you my heart, in two butterfly halves, wing it onto you, and then present you with a ring. I'll put you up on a pedestal, on my shoulders, on a bluff, for I will send you skywards: I will show you love. I will take your hand, my love, protect you through this life. My tongue shall be a sleeping beast, my hands two sharpened knives. I will walk on by your side, carry you when you're weak, and though you think I'm strong, I'll show you that I'm meek, and all the while I have you, you will yet be the one I seek. Because there's so much in you - not just a peaceful dove. You're the eagle; I'm Prometheus, and I will show you love. Baby, flood me down deeper with cool water, flood me down deeper than I care to go and drown out the bottom of this ocean and oceanless I'll follow, to and fro in the desert of your love: I'll let you launch your sun at my back from above. Baby, flood me: flood out the darkness. Balance