When I see what a girl you are in your steps,
when I see that radiance coming,

when I stop on a small piece of metal
and gaze out over a cracked parking lot, full of parked music,
[while I'm holding you
and looking over your shoulder]

when I see you being such a girl with the back of your neck

I hurt to be a better man, with big hands on the nervousness of your love,
I yearn in a small bucket, I enlargen the world.