You ripped me wide open; wounded and curled. Broke the skin to let my joy spill out. Scarred my world like a permanent smile. Wrecked my idea of heaven. Threw open the blinds to let the light shine in. Said, "To hell with what you think you know. You have no idea what you're doing. I'm going to teach you to dance." You put a finger on my lips; one hand on my hips. Leaned in and whispered, "The music is inside you".
We'll never have more than we have right now. Maybe we glimpsed it all in that blurry Pennsylvania sunset.