Why do we meet?
We have no idea why
When will we meet?
We never know
Where were we? Where have we been?
Two stories beneath a distant sky
You’re a string running vertical. I’m a string running horizontal
The cloth that we spin might provide warmth
For someone, someday
The reasons we go on living,
Frayed remains of days we spent lost
Running after our dreams,
Frayed remains of days we spent stumbling
What will these strings become,
Anxious and quivering in the wind?
You’re a string running vertical. I’m a string running horizontal
The cloth that we spin might cover the wounds
Of someone, someday
You’re a string running vertical. I’m a string running horizontal
To encounter the string we’re destined to meet…
That’s what’s known as happiness