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