Two sides being worked;
One to maintain, one to subject,
In a mind of which time to reflect.

Forgive my absence to care;
Rejoice in my display of favor.
One is to behave, the other to impart.

It's a timing, weather thing.
Sometimes it's the driving rain.
Really makes you work your heart.

Simple but so unsatisfied.
The glaze and the glow of nighttime eyes.
Drenched from so much indirect.

This is where I feel the need,
And this is where my heart directs.
Fall down by the both of them.

Blame it on the best of years,
Through all my worries and my fears,
It seems that it really all worked out.