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 they blow our minds And at any other time you might be mine