Tell me
If I should reach out,
And lend you a hand.
You were here when it was raining,
And now it’s oh so cold at your end.
So, Tell me
If you want to look up
And pull the rope,
But you’re just afraid,
For I might not be there at the end of the slope.
When the day turned into night
Within a blink
And the streetlights came on
You let yourself sink.
Into the yellow, and into the madness,
And you brought me back,
Out of the mess.
You danced to the tune
Of the streetlight
Your eyes’ reflection
Left me watching a miracle,
Of your dance and your hold.
So, Tell me
If I should reach out,
And lend you a hand.
But you’re just afraid,
For I might not be there at the end of the slope.