I’ve got too much love to give. I won’t lay it all on you again. I know it’d smother you And a flower’s got to bloom. Sometimes it gets heavy, carrying it around inside. Sometimes it gets heavy, Then it’s time to hide. Even when my eyes are tired, I can still recognize the lines as the light wraps around you: always the kindest in the room. Until the day I can temper passion with prudence, I’ll hold it all back and sit beside your shadow.