It's not a place
It's a yearning
It's not a race

It's a journey

It's not an act

It's attraction
It's not a style
It's an action


It's a dream for the waking
It's a flower touched by flame

It's a gift for the giving
It's a power with a hundred names


Surge of energy, spark of inspiration
The breath of love is electricity
Maybe time is bird in flight

Endlessly mocking
Here we come out of the cradle
Endlessly rocking

Endlessly rocking

It's a hand

That rocks the cradle
It's a motion
That swings the sky

It's method on the edge of madness
It's a balance on the edge of a knife
It's a smile on the edge of sadness

It's a dance on the edge of life

Endlessly rocking