Longing for some distant day Far from all the mess Our bodies will soon decay Like the garden that we left While I was searching for a feeling You were searching for me
Circles are the perfect shape To describe the hearts of man As soon as he finds it near him It leaves and comes back again While I was searching for a feeling You were searching for me
I heard you in the cool of day Your voice shaking in the trees I was afraid then of what you’d say But you clothed me While I was searching for a feeling You were searching for me
