Meet me center stage
strumming lead guitar,
hand me the mic.
And our introductions weave over
enough bass amp to stop the world.

Meet me at the centre of the earth
next time our breaths are heavy,
our fists are raised and our
voices higher.
That way we meet in the middle
intertwined and burning bright.

This time the angels can wait
if you'll meet me in the middle
of the sound of a heartbreak.
This a way we'll conduct our own duet
and heal a symphony.

Meet me at the end of the world
and we'll find what no one's found before.
That way you won't have to follow me
and I won't have to follow you-
and we'll find a mutual core.

This time I'll wait for you swinging from the moon - and
if you use the stars as stepping stones
you'll get to me from you.
Then we'll be moment away.

Meet me caught in the act,
though nothing's quite been done
and the angels -
waiting ever waiting -
refuse what we've become.

Met me centre stage
strumming lead guitar,
handed me the mic.
And we said
hello