Beautiful girl, would you agree that there is a level that only us can find?
At the perfect moment. Together.
When we get reminded of beautiful oneness.
Then we get sent back into orbit.
To stake claim of our individualized pasts
Because we’re all on a mission.
A friend told me seekers and non-seekers are the great divide of the human condition
Sometimes the dream of love feels like hookah with the boys
Transcendent understanding is indifferent of noise
Beautiful girl, why do I feel like I’ve met you before?
Like we’ve been waltzing with the universe to elevator jazz.
Piano keys ring harmonies in the echoes.
Then we get sent back into orbit.
To the entrenched opinions of our individualized pasts
I only understand languages that illuminate my soul
Reading waters the mind, so I’ve been told
Sometimes the dream of love feels like pickup with the boys
Transcendent understanding is indifferent of noise