It's night and things have maybe stoppedspinning for a while. You walk over to me, arms bare. Anything can happen now; everything is. But when come to me in your red t-shirt in the semi-dark; when you reach out, and fold your around my shoulders, I can feel the heat of you through the cotton, and I can hear your heart, and even if we lose everything we'll still be rich because of this the way I can press my face against your chest and feel like I am home.