It's not a place

It's a yearning

It's not a race

It's a journey



It's not an act

It's attraction

It's not a style

It's an action



It's a dream for the waking

It's a flower touched by flame

It's a gift for the giving

It's a power with a hundred names



Surge of energy, spark of inspiration

The breath of love is electricity

Maybe time is bird in flight

Endlessly mocking

Here we come out of the cradle

Endlessly rocking

Endlessly rocking



It's a hand

That rocks the cradle

It's a motion

That swings the sky

It's method on the edge of madness

It's a balance on the edge of a knife

It's a smile on the edge of sadness

It's a dance on the edge of life



Endlessly rocking