What I find
will be found easily
And only when I'm not looking for it.
Without looking for the morning
in the sunset.
And like this
my will to live
hides implied
in my heart beating;
without looking for fulfillment
but accepting it.
What's this?
Are you my heart?
And are you thumping?
O my heart.
Oh there you are.
I had stopped hunting.
I thought you would be as big as a whale.
My nets were knit.
My harpoons on,
my hunting ship sailed.
And oh my heart
there you are,
moth's nest in my hair.
O my heart.
O sleepy heart
what do you say?
Should we keep loving?
Song Islands version:
What I find will be found easily And only when I'm not looking for it. Without looking for the morning in the sunset.
And like this my will to live hides implied in my heart beating; without looking for fulfillment but accepting it.
What's this? Are you my heart? And are you thumping? O my heart. Oh there you are. I had stopped hunting. I thought you would be as big as a whale. My nets were knit. My harpoons on, my hunting ship sailed. And oh my heart there you are, moth's nest in my hair. O my heart.
O sleepy heart what do you say? Should we keep loving?
(Yes)