“Sunday morning, rain is falling, steal some covers, share some skin. Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable. You twist to fit the mold I am in…That may be all I need, in darkness she is all I see. Come rest your bones with me…”

“It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing hallelujah…She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne and she cut your hair and from your lips, she drew the hallelujah…”