The sweetness of Stephen 
He says my name 
And I know neither of us 
Will ever be the same 
As the softness just pours from you
Michelle calls you a dote
And I feel a pang of jealousy 
I’m afraid I must quote 
And you inflect your verbs 
People say things are just words
But the monumental silence echoes in your tone
And we are together, alone 
Sitting in two chairs facing each other
I feel I must have met my soul brother 
As we discuss the elemental freedom
The people and the ones who see them
And I wonder how many souls you have guided out
I feel you drop your self doubt
As we talk 
You laugh and I walk
To the sound of your music 
And you know I wouldn’t choose it
But it sure would be great
To be in a state 
Just so you could pull me out by my arm
And I thought Jesus was full of charm 
But He looks like you and I wonder why
Such a cool guy
Could be a shade of shy
When he talks to me 
I know you see
Into the beyond 
I wonder would a dumb blonde 
Tempt your eye 
And I show you my shade of sky 
As we just theorise 
I know that half of it is lies 
They have fed to the ones who eat
But it’s different when we meet