find me here speak to me i want to feel you i need to hear you you are the light that
"You"
I'm looking for you out of the corner of my eye.
Through the busy crowds of life, my ears strain to hear your sound, my nose for your scent.
I know you're there, and I'm waiting for you, waiting for the other holder of the microphone, the other half of the picture, the sheath to my sword, the verb to my noun.
And out of the fog of who I am, you'll appear one day. You'll appear one day.
you calm the storms and you give me rest you hold me in your hands you won't let