Stealing moments is all that was
Talking about the sky
Trying our best to stretch
Seconds into minutes
We don’t even try
To remember the questions we asked
Just swim in whirlwind attraction
What is it about alluring strangers
And their presence
I don’t understand why
They sound nothing like anything in musicology
They’re time from neither tropics of the globe
Oh, some wanderjahr of the heart this is
That stays on after a year and more