Into the other one’s eye,
outside of my own comfort zone.
I plan on escaping, I really do,
because I feel so alone.

Into my heart, the other one comes,
into the fear and depths I explore.
He plans on just staying a moment or so
then leaving by the closest door.

Don’t go, don’t go.
The tune has begun.
Stay a bit longer
until we are one.

A feather seeks landing,
A bird builds a nest.
Suddenly both of us
look deep within and
find we have just passed a test.

Don’t go, don’t go.
The tune carries on.
Stay a bit longer
until it is dawn.

A feather seeks landing,
A bird builds a nest.
Stay a bit longer
and we can both rest.

Vicki Woodyard