Universal
(Lavelle)
There's beauty in the dance of the cloud
That is me and the cloud
That is you in the rhythm of stars
And the shining wet grass in the morning
And we're all born of a wish
An unlikely form of coincidences
Each one a bridge between stars
So small universal
Each grain of sand a person I could fall in love with
So small universal
And every time I look up know I'll be coming home
Endless re-arrangement a tearing apart the gift of a spark
The clash in the cloud that spawned your heart
Out of turmoil a bright flash in the sky
A quadrantid as I thought of you
The same stuff you and I
So small, universal
Each grain of sand a person I could fall in love with
So small, universal
And every time I look up, know I'll be coming home
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