Yes that's my heart stammering
No that's not my voice beating
It's just a small phase
I pass through everytime I see you
Like a child passing an empty field
Like a bird learning to fly
Like the first time you play on a swing
Like every beautiful unforgetable memory;
The first blossom of spring popping through the snow
The way you feel when no one can see you
dancing in shameless abandon singing along
to a song from the 90s
Like the wise old soul with childish eyes
As if impossible was a word we made up as a joke to fool the world
Just a phase my dear. Just a phase.