Could I be lost now, would I fail? My train of thought gone off your rails. Could I feel the warmth of the summer sand, or the kindness in your hand? Would I forget my own name without yours to remind me? Would my pulse slow if not for yours to align me? For a life time I've been here, never knowing you were there. Long way down when this world fell, I laid my heart on the only steady ground. Was it on you? Was it on you? It was you. It was you. How would I know when I've had enough? You kept me going when I'd given up. And my breath when my movements stopped, you pushed my lungs when it was too much. Was it ever this often? What if you told me, or I told myself to make believe there’s no problem. I keep little pieces of you beneath the darkest of spaces where no one can see them but me. Who’s going to wake me up, and who's going to get me high, then tell me I've had enough? Bring me closer to the heights, then tell me that I should run? I’d be lost without your warning. What would I feel if not your touch?