The pendulum swings in slow symphony with my heart or
your moods, no matter how far we seem to drift we'll
always come back to the center and i'll always come back
to your arms. Let's put tonight behind us, at least until
it happens again and we do the same thing. This pendulum
sways through those sweaty summer days when we aren't
allowed inside but we go in anways, just to stay cool.
Just to stay cool. It seems as though we drag along with
the motions of a pendulum, back and forth, back and forth
and back to the center. Back to your arms. Back to how
things should be. Back to the way a pendulum should
swing, swaying ever so carefully towards the edge but
always coming back.