I saw you through a gap in a crowded room. I said to myself, "do you want to dance, or do want to get bit?" You moved and I followed, like our hearts in our chests, rattling along, breathing, singing.
I always thought I stole you, that one day we'd go away, grow roots, make love, and still play in tune.
But baby, maybe you stole me. And maybe, baby, you'll never set me free. It's fine with me.