Recessional lyrics

Artist  : Vienna Teng 
Song : Recessional



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 "It's so beautiful here," she says, 

"This
moment now and this moment, now."

And I
never thought I would find her here: 

Flannel and satin, my four walls transformed.


But she's looking at me, straight to
center, 

No room at all for any other
thought. 



And I know I don't want
this, oh, I swear I don't want this. 

There's a reason not to want this but I forgot.




In the terminal she sleeps on my
shoulder, 

Hair falling forward, mouth all
askew. 

Fluorescent announcements beat
their wings overhead: 

"Passengers missing,
we're looking for you."

And she dreams
through the noise, her weight against me, 

Face pressed into the corduroy grooves. 



Maybe it means nothing, maybe it means
nothing,

Maybe it means nothing, but I'm
afraid to move. 



And the words:
they're everything and nothing. 

I want to
search for her in the offhand remarks. 

Who
are you, taking coffee, no sugar? 

Who are
you, echoing street signs? 

Who are you,
the stranger in the shell of a lover, 

Dark
curtains drawn by the passage of time? 



Oh, words, like rain, how sweet the sound. 

"Well anyway," she says, "I'll see you
around..."