Twice Whole

All of the movies
And the magazines
Even the mirror on my wall
Might make believe it's so
Ain't the thickness of my hair that shows my soul
Though the widest smile might really steal the show
It's just the mirror, the glimmer in my eyes are the bulbs
Neither righteousness or romance
Was written in the smoke
Nothing was foretold
You smoothed my palm
Carved new lines round the old
And it wasn't just the wording
But the tone in which you spoke
That rattled round the marrow of my bones

You make me whole
Twice whole, you make me holy
Some kind of canonisation kicks in
When you kiss me
With a saint's patience
And a stranger's intrigue
Round the corner at Victoria Station
I saw you waiting for me
You had me in a half trance

At a grand Manhattan window
Wreathed in steam from the streets below
Dreamed I saw you fall in slow motion
And when I awoke, alone
To the stiff-lipped English rain
No, I wasn't born this way
Under this same precipitation I was raised

No you can't make straight the halo
You can't just fake a trade
You can't mistake the pavements of your schooldays
So come on now, flip the history
Let the mystery hold
From an unmade bed we'll tread the unknown

You make me whole
Twice whole, you make me holy
Some kind of canonisation kicks in
When you kiss me
With a saint's patience
And a stranger's intrigue
Round the corner at Victoria Station
I saw you periscoping
You got a right to romance
Give me a reason to dance