Woorden: Vienna Teng. Waking Hour. Eric's Song.

Strange how you know inside me
I measure the time and I stand amazed
Strange how I know inside you
My hand is outstretched toward the damp of the haze

And of course I forgive
I've seen how you live
Like a phoenix you rise from the ashes

You pick up the pieces
And the ghosts in the attic
They never quite leave
And of course, I forgive
You've seen how I live

I've got darkness and fears to appease
My voices and analogies
Ambitions like ribbons
Worn bright on my sleeve

Strange how we know each other

Strange how I fit into you
There's a distance erased with the greatest of ease
Strange how you fit into me
A gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs

And with each passing day
The stories we say
Draw us tighter into our addiction
Confirm our conviction

That some kind of miracle
Passed on our heads
And how I am sure
Like never before

Of my reasons for defying reason
Embracing the seasons
We dance through the colors
Both followed and led

Strange how we fit each other

Strange how certain the journey
Time unfolds the petals for our eyes to see
Strange how this journey's hurting
In ways we accept as part of fate's decree

So we just hold on fast
Acknowledge the past
As lessons exquisitely crafted
Painstakingly drafted

To carve us as instruments
That play the music of life
For we don't realize
Our faith in the prize

Unless it's been somehow elusive
How swiftly we choose it
The sacred simplicity
Of you at my side