No great, auspicious day I've been here so many times I wasn't sure I'd stay I felt shy and stressed With a man to my left, waiting It struck me, the way I saw him A familiarity almost haunting He was saying his name I could hardly even hear him And I leaned in I wouldn't want to see him I never want to see him Through your eyes I only want to see him through mine Through mine 'Cause one in the well never minds the water For it's clear and still In time, light can be a stranger And it takes will Always will Such a soft-spoken man I had to do most of the talking I didn't mind We stayed up late that night Patient