He sits low in a shady grove
Where the trees arc slow in the shape of 'you know'
Marble stairwells waterfalls egret heads and open arms
Whistling through his pensive teeth the scene is set to peak
Like how the desert meets the reef
And steals the heart of the thief
She walks slow past the reach of home
In a Western World far from the things she knows
Hanging gardens patterned walls the books of Rilke orchestras
Motioning to the slow refrain the soul is set to gain
Or swallow it whole
The causal chain of human loam
And as seasons go it's a lot like this
He reasons for a look then a glance
To the path where she passed
From the page of a book to a perch in the grass
And as meetings go it's a lot like this
She tiptoes from the path to the edge of the page
Where she dared to be asked
What's in a name
What is your name
And if you let me know
I won't be alone I won't be alone
And if you have the time to talk to
I won't doubt you
And if I let you know
I won't be alone I won't be alone
And if you start to fall
I'll be here to catch you
Turning around he sighs will you sit next to me
Motioning forward she replies will you walk next to me
I know my lines and there's a lot less space and a little bit of time
I know the play it's fine
Echoing herself she says will you walk close to me
Holding his smile he replies what more would you ask of me
I know my mind and there's a lot less space and a little bit of time
I know the way it's fine
And if you let me know
I won't be alone I won't be alone
And if you have the time to talk to
I won't doubt you
And if I let you know
I won't be alone I won't be alone
And if you start to fall
I'll be here to catch you
He's wasting time you gotta take it slow
May never get a chance like this
And she knows he's wasting time
And she loves the way he tries
Even though she knows the lines
She's taking time you gotta let things grow
May never have a chance like this
And he knows she takes her time
And he keeps along her side
All hopes to keep along her side
And as seasons go it's a lot like this
He reasons for a look then a glance
To the path where she passed
From the page of a book to a perch in the grass
And as meetings go it's a lot like this
She tiptoes from the path to the edge of the page
Where she dared to be asked
What's in a name
What is your name