Braid your pretty fingers into mine, cat’s cradle
Stretch your arms overhead too far
Arch them into a doorway to that impossible blue
You slip through unafraid to a much darker shade
That’s the color of your name, Louise

We’ll make a steak knife’s journey to the center of a hornets’ nest
And emerge through the doorway of that impossible blue
Where the day turns to night and the night into morning
Our silhouettes resplendent, now formidable 3-D
That’s the power, that is the power
That is the power of our love, Louise

I never knew and so I weep
That you could hold a piece of light
That you believed into being
Believed to life and let it breathe
So braid your pretty fingers into mine
Darling, darling