The Separation Circle - Lumps & Bumps

Steady, her gaze which tells me stay
so softly, calming my urge to run away.
Wherever she should be
- seems not such a bad place for a shy boy lost like me.

Jet black, her eyes which so disarm me.
Certain am I that she won't harm me.
She enslaves me because she sets me free.
- seems not such a bad plight for a shy boy lost like me.

I think I'll stay, just for a little while, I think I'll stay.

Watching her as she watches me
astonished by what she chooses to see.
There must be some mistake.
I pinch the shy boy lost and find that I'm awake.

Gently she smiles and waves sweep through.
I'm shaking.
My heart's a kangaroo
and still she views me constantly.
- seems not such a bad thing for a shy boy lost like me.

Grinning like a circus clown I float and glow my way back home
impatient for tomorrow's dreams to rise.
Will she send me soaring gaping-mouthed and seeing nothing else?
Will she once more find me with her eyes?