Kevin Devine Follow

It's going straight to my head:
I think I'm falling in love again.
Such simple miracles have happened
since your steady hands have come and
stopped my unraveling.

Your fingers, built for the piano,
work out the knots that line my back.
The stress I've stored since last December;
But now, it doesn't matter.
I've learned to leave it in my past.

And I feel good about the future,
this clarity I've never had.
You are the bounce in my step,
the burst of blood in my chest,
the prayer I've kept in my head.

You are the knock of my knees,
the swollen sound of each song
I scribble down and tear up,
because they never match up.
You are the words I fumble for.

In the morning,
you are the daybreak,
and I am glad.

And at night,
you are the dream
I fall asleep to have.