Let Babylon Burn - My perfect tone

You touch it like a soft guitar that echoes near and travels far.
It paints the sky in shades of blue,
A canvas that I'm drawn into.
Your laugh is like a summer storm that keeps my restless heart sober,
And I'm a sailor of your tide,
With nothing left for me to hide.
I used to wander, lost and blind,
But now your signals intertwine with every beat of my design.
You are the rhythm, you are my wavelength, my perfect tone,
A harmony I've always known.
You are my wavelength, pure and deep,