It's going straight to my head:
I think I'm falling in love again
Such simple miracles have happened
Since your steady hands have come and stopped my unraveling

Your fingers, built for the piano
Work out the knots that line my back
The stress I've stored since last December; now it doesn't matter
I've learned to leave it in my past

I feel good about the future
And this clarity I've never had
You are the bounce in my step, the burst of blood in my chest
The prayer I've kept in my head

You are the knock of my knees
The swollen sound of each song
I scribble down and tear up, because they never match up
You are the words I fumble for

In the morning, you are the daybreak
And I'm glad
And at night, you are the dream
I fall asleep to have