To Catherine Keener & Giveret A.

These girls, when they smile
They make me feel, ooh...
A shake in my lip, a blink of an eyelid
A tear for the joy, for the privilege of seeing
And a tear for the distance that makes them divine
Yet unreachable for a guy like me

This moment of mouth muscles
Stretching upon me with such glory
This moment of eye wrinkling
Flushes me with a pure morning glow
It gives me a push from below
Makes me wanna fly
On the wings of their youthful eyes