Paroles: Vienna Teng. Waking Hour. Between.

We are not together here
Though we lie entwined
To make room for the other presence
We both draw back in our minds

I have a prophecy
Threatening to spill into words
This growing certainty
Of over

There once was a time
I was sure of the bond
When my hands and my tongue
And my thoughts were enough

We are the same
But our lives move along
And the third one between
Replaces what once was love

Freedom is being alone
I fear liberation
But something more alive than silence
Swallows conversation

No pleasing drama
In subtle averted eyes
The swelling fermata
As the chord dies

There once was a time
I was sure of the bond
When my hands and my tongue
And my thoughts were enough

We are the same
But our lives move along
And the third one between
Replaces what once was love

There's no denying
We feel the third one, we do
I'm tired of hiding
And so are you

There once was a time
I was sure of the bond
When my hands and my tongue
And my thoughts were enough

We are the same
But our lives move along
And the third one between
Replaces what once was love