By the simple of your kiss
And all the men who stumble after it
By the measure of your dress
And the wooden cross that hangs between your breasts
By the map of your heart
It only seems to lead me where you are
I'm terrified of you
By the fairness of your truth
And the coward of my tongue that never moves
By the ladder to your laugh
And the glitter in my gut when you react
By the burden of my touch
I never meant to mention love
I'm terrified of you
By the circle in your step
You give up once you'll give up again
By the corner of your mind
I'd say wish me well, but the wishing well is dry
By the dizzy of my daze
I'll learn to rest my head again someday
I'm terrified of you
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