Waiting For You

There are a thousand metaphors
For me and you and how we are
I'm the lock and you're the key
Nobody fits like you fit me
You're the one that can open me up
Without my lock being forced
I'll wait for ever and then some more
That's my favourite metaphor

Our lives have crossed and crossed again
Past lives, present ones, round and round
A circle of love, coming and going
Leaving us stranded and complicated
Caught in places we shouldn't be
But me thinking of you
And you thinking of me
The lock, the key, for eternity