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

Rhthyhm 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...