Could it be right, that we walked away Tumbling on the path, just to end up again Drumming a new beat kind of pace? Maybe I was caught in a spinning threat... Maybe you were tangled in the line of attack. Now I've analyzed all profits and left lovers, Squared roots of memories and other remains, Subtracted a few heart-wrecks and left lovers All these calculations formed a spherical shape. (Stars) Now our own destinies are plotting together, Entwining connections on our live hood agendas. I suspect ill be converted into a great believer If the constellations predict in our sea of years That you are to be found safe and sound in my arms