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