A Progression of Innocence Lyrics (by Jeremy Gluck)
I continue to dream of you:
You sleep in my son’s old bed
(He is downstairs)
Your thick black hair tousled
You stir in the bed and see me
I’m looking over you, your brown skin on a plain white pillow
You say, I’m in love with you
I ask, You’re in love with me?
(Because you were never in love with me.)
You say, I think I am.
I ask, Do you think of me all the time, do you want to see me all the time?
...Then you’re in love with me.
You’re at the other end of the bed by now, I don’t know how
We kiss, our lips don’t meet exactly but there is commitment there
I think I hold you, your long arms
You still look like a bird and your nest is a mess
That funny fear is gone, though, your eyes are clear and innocent.