”I don’t need, from you, a waterfall of careless praise, and I don’t need a trophy for all the games I’ve played. All I want is your eyes, in the morning as we wake, for a short while. I don’t need you to catch my wandering mind, and I don’t expect a southern girl to know the northern lights. All I want is your eyes, in the morning as we wake, for a short while. And I do need the wind across my pale face. And I do need the ferns to unfurl in the spring. And I do need the grass to sway. Yes, I do need to know my place. But all I want is your eyes, in the morning as we wake, for a short while.

Bowerbirds, Northern Lights (via)