You may fumble with words; That’s ok, I fumble with emotions; You may trip over an idea, I may fall into your eyes; It may not be the right moment, but it is the perfect time; We may be in opposite directions, walking the exact same line; You know how it feels living in the nines Me? I trip in the sixes landing in broken heels; Making love to the sky, you’re an Eagle; I’m a broken wing, just trying to fly; I may fumble with your speed, you may be blinded by my colors; That’s ok, I believe in your pace. You leave me with my eyes wide open.