Warm Arms (Like A Baked Potato Cat)

I wasn't sure if I should stay,
Until you walked into the place
And lent a light I'd been dying to find,
Gleaming in your eyes.

I went half mad in vain,
Trying to escape the pain
Trying to make sense
Of the numbers and patterns

It didn't matter, nothing does.
If candlelight, is all we've got,
For all of our tomorrows,
Then I'll take the lot.

I'd been waiting so long,
To find someone like you.
I'd all but given up,
Thanks for coming through.

The night is darkest, and so on and on,
Whatever floats your boat.
It only sank my hollow head,
Before I found my home.