Ion square, perspex wings
I breathe out, you breathe in
Permanent midnight
Our love, our love
How we've come to depend
On each other to the end
The space between us has disappeared
You finish my, you finish my words for me

I remember how it began
So many great days in a row
Barefoot on Bishopsgate
Trying to find Blake's grave
If we could stay like this in a silver foil
Trapped in amber for a life
Permanent midnight
Our love, our love

I carry your heart here with me
I carry it in my heart
I carry your heart with me
I carry it in my heart

Who said unbroken happiness
Is a bore, is a bore?
Who said it, my love? I don't mind it
Anymore, anymore
And I reach out a hand over
Your side of the bed
Pull that blanket over your shoulders
Exposed to the night
And the hunger of those early years
Will never return
But I don't mind, I don't mind
'Cause I love my mind
When I'm fucking you
Slowed down to a crawl
Years of crime and the bread line
Have not at all dimmed your shine
So let's stay in, let the sofa be our car
Let's stay in, let the TV be our stars
I found my dancing shoes but they don't fit
All the bright lights do is bore me
They bore me

I carry your heart here with me
I carry it in my heart
I carry your heart with me
I carry it in my heart

("Ion Square" / Bloc Party & E.E. Cummings)

I love you when you snore. To me, your snoring sounds like music. Sometimes. Like some melody by Radiohead. Sometimes I listen to you snoring. I giggle before I slap you gently, and you whisper your sheepish, full-of-dreams "'Tschuldigung." Two hours later, it's the same all over again. I love that. I love seeing you wake up in the morning, jumping out of bed, being late for work once again. You and your clothes scattered all over the place. I love watching you pick 'em up one by one, looking for your zigs, your cell and your glasses. The glasses that I keep from you while you wonder where they might be. Seconds before you fall desperate I make you look at me wearing your glasses. The smile you then have on your face is worth a decade. I love you getting out of bed after sex, standing all naked in front of the window. Not having a care in the world, blowing smoke from your nostrils. Watching the night pass by. I see you like in a painting that cannot be sold. I love to watch you dance, staggering around like some adolescent storc enjoying yourself all the way. You're gorgeous at heart. I love your face turning silent, so fully immersed in thought it makes me feel goosebumps all over my body. I love you when you entertain people, being the center of attention and I'm the rock behind you directing the spotlight onto you. I love it when you just are. The kind of person deep down inside you. I love your every febrile. Just love. In essence. Nothing else.

I just wish you'd love me remotely as much as I love you ...