What’s there left I haven’t felt
Since I’ve known you?
What else is there left to come?
What do you know?
Creaked open a cellar door
First the deluge, then pasture
Moving house was natural
Fared with the flow
The margins moved
To soften the boundaries
From slanted bents
Now mended to gaze
It’s hard to believe you’re here
And I’m here and we’re coming back
You heard me out
Without a string and let it live
How’d we find such pleasure
In so few a moment?
Rhythm keeping a measure
While we’re on the go
Alone in rooms together
Racing the hand of a master
The more experience
The more that we know
The loving grooves we choose
That fuse
Those sufales we don’t refuse
It’s hard to believe you’re here
And I’m here and we’re coming back
You held my soul, with all your heart
And let it live, let it live