She is out of breath
So am I
As I hold her hand
We pass under the street lamp of desire
She falls as I catch her against my shoulder
I whisper, you are safe with me
She asks in wonder, what do you see?
And I reply, I see my heart inside of you
She smiles, for she knew my words before I spoke
She holds my hand and says, are you real?
I reply, no, I am not, yet I am here
Let us not be real, let us simply be close
So that I may tell you
How unreal I am
And how true is my love