You are walking a tightrope over the moon.
You are California dreaming.
You are the hole in my head.
You are glass in the sand.
You are the shiver down my spine.
You are the angel from my nightmare.
You are the star on my hand.
You are the knife in my coat.
You are the strings on my guitar.
You are my shirt inside-out.
You are the salt on my tounge.
You are,
You are everything I am.

{Lines 3 and 5 extracted from "Golden State" by Pearl Jam}