My love is a fever. My love is a fable. My love is jazz licks. Improvised by toddlers. Bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme. And firelight. . My love is a metamorphosis.
Someone's moving 'round inside of me. Someone's setting up shop where I can't see. But I'm fine. But I'm fine. In this melancholy room. . Someone opened up my mouth to speak.