There is a secret in the rhythm
Of people passing by:
While they're moving, they play fetch
With their shadows in the light.
I am standing in the middle,
Slowly abiding by the flow,
And all I see is silhouettes
Elapsing on the floor.
Sometimes I can't exactly explain what I see
And what I mean
Gets lost in translation.
Yet, all these words I write and sing,
They are pure
And what they convey
Is the great love I see outside.
Oh, if only I could voice my thoughts.
I'm mesmerised
By things all around,
Fascinated by our movements,
So fleeting, so random.
You fell
Just like a leaf falls from an old tree,
Alighting on the floor
As a tired soul does.
You got
What you wanted
And I rejoice.
Sometimes I can't exactly explain what I mean
'Cause what I mean
Gets lost in translation.
Yet, all these words I write and sing,
They are pure
And what they convey
Is the great love you had inside.
There's a secret
In the rhythm
That we live by,
The reason we're alive.
I can't name it,
I just feel it.
Did you find it
When you leapt?
