This blue world and her countless sisters
 And all that came before that day
 Our atoms straining to align
 Was the universe in rehearsal for us

 When all the world is sucking on its sleeve
 You'll hear an urgent morse in the gentle rain
 And if you plot your course on the window pane
 You'll see the coldest star in the arms of the oldest tree
 And you'll know [bad word] to me

 In the back of a broken car
 When the blizzard blossom flew
 Reading aloud with our fingers
 What we both already knew
 And the blizzard blossom flew

 sober midnight wish 
 Flies over the roofs and down through the years
 Hope that you and yours are sleeping 
 Safe and warm in size formation
 While three chambers of my heart beat [bad word] and strong with love for another
 The fourth is yours forever