Becoming The Sound

You've got freedom all over your face
My feet are behind me yet again
And I trip, it's like I'm giving chase
I fall down and wind up where I am
It's New Years, so another needle drops
I am not a DJ but I'll learn
The player hums. He skips and then he pops
You smile like you were just making sure
Waiting for the evening to begin
I eat your tapes and wander through my head
A butterfly is parted from its pin
Whisper something I remember having said
Can't sleep enough with you always around
But I don't mind, I'm becoming the sound