Lyrics

Two green armchairs, stuffing and springs
one for you and one for me
We share a ritual
Cup of memories
and time is a still morning lake

and we breathe in the moment
and we release the fear
and as we breathe in this moment
We will be
Here

Books fill walls and fire dreams
Within this carpet quiet room
We shake the day,
watch it drift away
and time is a still morning lake

and we breathe in the moment
and we release the fear
and as we breathe in this moment
We will be
Here