We’re not quite a wild window
Opened to the aching hot sun
Where the heat warms our eyelids
And our skins melt into one
We’re quite not a raging winter
There’s no snow where I come from
The stars pan over our foreheads
And our palms are wet and numb
No, you have not ruined me (yet!)
No, you have not ruined me (yet!)
Despite your best efforts (yet!)
Despite your best efforts (yet!)
We might be struck by some notion
That each crossing path’s a new start

But it takes more than this moment
For us to find out what we are
It’s true; we’re not a wild window
And we might never be one
But we’re not just empty matter
Floating across the unknown
No, you have not ruined me (yet!)
No you have not ruined me (yet!)
Despite your best efforts (yet!)
Despite your best efforts (yet!)