Parentheses

Some philosophies fuel the belief in the self

Constructed to keep one's goods on one's own shelf

Built well, you're a strong letter "I"

With your feet on the ground and your head to the sky

Now and then you can bend

It's okay to lean over, lean over my way

You fear that you can't do it all

And you're right

Even day takes relief every day

from its work making light from the night

And when you're holding me

We make a pair of parentheses

There's plenty space to encase

Whatever weird way my mind goes

I know I'll be safe in these arms

When you're holding me

We make a pair of parentheses

There's plenty space to encase

Whatever weird way my mind goes

I know I'll be safe in these arms

If something in the deli aisle makes you cry

Of course I'll put my arm around you

And I'll walk you outside

Through the sliding doors

Why would I mind?

If something in the deli aisle makes you cry

Of course I'll put my arm around you

And I'll walk you outside

Through the sliding doors

Why would I mind?

You're not a baby if you feel the world

All of the babies they can feel the world

That's why they cry

And when you're holding me

We make a pair of parentheses

There's plenty space to encase

Whatever weird way my mind goes

I know I'll be safe in these arms

When you're holding me

We make a pair of parentheses

There's plenty space to encase

Whatever weird way my mind goes

I know I'll be safe in these arms

If something in the deli aisle makes you cry

Of course I'll put my arm around you

And I'll walk you outside

Through the sliding doors

Why would I mind?

All of the babies they can feel the world

That's why they cry

And when you're holding me

We make a pair of parentheses

There's plenty space to encase

Whatever weird way my mind goes

I know I'll be safe in these arms

When you're holding me

We make a pair of parentheses

There's plenty space to encase

Whatever weird way my mind goes

I know I'll be safe in these arms