What's there left I haven't felt
What else is there left to come?
Creaked open a cellar door
First the deluge, then pasture
It's hard to believe you're here
And I'm here and we're coming back
Without a string and let it live
How'd we find such pleasure
Racing the hand of a master
The loving grooves we choose
Those sufales we don't refuse
It's hard to believe you're here
And I'm here and we're coming back
You held my soul, with all your heart
And let it live, let it live