The Blow - Parentheses Lyrics

Some philosophies fuel a belief in the self
Constructed to keep one's goods on one's own shelf
Built well, you're a strong letter I
With the feet on the ground and the head to the sky

Now and then you can bend
It's okay to lean over my way
You fear that you can't do it all

And you're right
Even diligent day takes relief every day
From its work making light from the night

And when you're holding me
We make a pair of parentheses
There's plenty space to encase
Whatever weird way my mind goes
I know I'll be safe in these arms

If something in the deli aisle makes you cry
You know I'll put my arm around you
And I'll walk you outside through the sliding doors
Why would I mind?

You're not a baby if you feel the world
All of the babies can feel the world
That's why they cry