The clouds are low in this wilted land

Closer to the ground I can look around

I'm breathing in what you’re breathing out

At the core of what we are

Time

On your side

Time

If it was for love

You'ld be fine

I want to drown the sorrow of the day

In the resolute well you are

I'm groping blind my hands grab

In the whirlpool with your shape

Now the door is closed and the lights are out

See the flames on the ceiling

You heat up the doom with the fire inside

The fever in you is the hope in me

Barefoot no longer needs a shoe

Fallen leaves become none

The silent womb we know from long ago

Brings us back to where we belong