But I could get used to your fingertips on mine reaching across the table like the cheesy movies do Wrap my hair around them shape every coil, every twirl pick up a bottle on the way and make dinner for two Dust off the red suspender light up the jasmine candle watch it flicker to the gentle beat of your chest, surrender Grapes and tea in the morning no sugar or honey needed ‘cause when I taste it off your lips it’ll be already sweetened A feeling long forgotten, what’s it like to renew? when my walls know I can’t do that with anyone but with you I would.