So the priceless blue diamond is cursed, and we both got hurt. Maybe I stand in a minefield of words, but I asked you first. Those early encounters, with the hurtful lies of kids. I remember what you did Covered your arms in a curtain-shawl, bloodied your palms on the elementary wall. If it seems too far, it is. I was out there in the cradle of thorns when your fears took force.
And the truth is maybe your fear's a wall. But it's not that tall. If you want me you show me in a most unusual way. In a most unusual way. Under the eyes of a frozen lake I saw your fire, and it served me not to wait. But it hurt me all the same. You had to chase an electric storm and you had to wait for the violent wind to calm, and it carried you away.