I've never wanted to make it this hard,
but it's just how it is.

There's something there that we both will,
that we'll never have missed.

We float on by with the breeze,
on our own paths.

Some time apart,
from everything,
seems so hard to find.

Not sure that I,
really want to ask.

Now we've spent so much time,
scatting around what's so clear to all our own workers' arms.

I'd love to sing you a lullaby,
hold you close when you sleep.

A love so powerful I doubt you'll,
ever feel.