The Swarm

Here in this storm
You are the eye in the calm
And I am the norm
And you are the axis upon
Which I stand
In a state of alarm

And all these twists and turns
They take us to a nice place
And by any other name you’d still have grace

Here in the swarm
We’d stay close and warm
And I am a bore
And you are the core of what
I am longing for

And all these twists and turns
They take us to a nice place
And by other name you’d still have grace

And all the twisting lines
Thеy blow our minds
And at any other time you might be minе