Mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm
Water in a bowl
Still as a held breath
Moss on the stone
Cooling my hands
Slowly, slowly
I let it come
Soft and open
I become
Mm-mm, I drift
Mm-mm, I drift
Quiet water, quiet fire
Mm-mm, I drift
Paper in the dark
Turning by itself
A little room of rain
Inside my chest
Slowly, slowly
I let it come
Soft and open
I become
Mm-mm, I drift
Mm-mm, I drift
Quiet water, quiet fire
Mm-mm, I drift
Hold the edge of dusk
Let the corners blur
Even my name
Feels far away
Mm-mm, I drift
Mm-mm, I drift
Quiet water, quiet fire
Mm-mm, I drift
Mm-mm, I drift
