Rest your head in the middle of my chest.

In the middle of the night.

In the middle of your fright.

Jump from the acrimony to the polyphony.

To the sweet.

To the bitter.

To the bittersweet.

To the sweet.

To the sour.

To the sweet and sour.

Wash away all you’ve ever been.

Wash all your dirty dishes and leave the kitchen clean.

I’ll come over once more.

I wouldn’t even know what I came for.