The thread of inner rhythm is self-directing
I think we're standing too close now
The thought has overtaken, I'm seeking balance
For there's a reason to start now
Three stays in her eye
Nine rests by my side...on my side
Increasing oh so quickly, she is sinking into my chest
Forcing the air out, sending me into a calm distress
But as she's breathing we are breathing and our pulses connect
We breathe in silence, in the lightness of a new consciousness
Three stays in her eye
Nine rests by my side
And a three stays in her eye
While a nine rests by my side...on my side
The thread of inner rhythm is self-directing
I think we're standing too close now
The thread of inner rhythm is self-directing
I think we're standing too close
Here...I don't want to go