| In the here and now… | 
| Between sensation at the nerve-ends | 
| And arrival of information at the cortex | 
| Time elapses | 
| So, you see, each time we touch | 
| We did so in the past | 
| Now, lover | 
| Slicing through time in a perfect curve | 
| Due for a moment of energy; | 
| Somehow we’ll get what we most deserve | 
| In the here and now | 
| In the here and now | 
| Although completely different people | 
| In the moments before and after having sex | 
| We are time-locked | 
| Cracked, forgotten statues, we are strangled in the undergrowth | 
| Lost in ancient magic, we are motion, we are wonderful flow | 
| We are time-locked | 
| Unknowing of the code | 
| But addicted to the pulse | 
| Now, lover | 
| Melt in the crucible, flesh and blood | 
| Bodies consumed by the catalyst | 
| Somehow we’ll raise our sights from the mud | 
| We are always now | 
| We are Always Now! | 
| If we were always here and now | 
| Instead of slightly, now and then… | 
| So immaterial, so lost, embracing all the grace | 
| That comes before the fall | 
| If we were always here and now | 
| Electric shiver in the spine | 
| How could we turn away, see life as grey and drab? | 
| How come we don’t see what we have? | 
| If we were always here and now | 
| Soul to soul and skin to skin… | 
| Is it some kind of make-believe | 
| Is it some kind of dream we’re in | 
| With a mint copy of original sin? | 
| In the here and now | 
| Between sensation at the nerve-ends | 
| And the arrival of information at the cortex | 
| Time elapses | 
| Cracked, forgotten statues, we are strangled in the undergrowth; | 
| Lying on the mattress of the magic and the wonderful | 
| Nothing really matters as we’re sucked in by the undertow… | 
| We are Motion, we are Feeling, we are Now! | 
| Although completely different people | 
| In the moments before and after having sex | 
| We are time-locked, we are time-locked… | 
| Though we know each time we touch | 
| We did so in the past | 
| Now come on, come on, lover | 
| Slicing through time in a perfect curve | 
| Due for a moment of energy… | 
| Somehow we’ll get what we most deserve | 
| In the here and now | 
| Melt in the crucible, flesh and blood | 
| Bodies consumed by the catalyst | 
| Surrender to nothing, welcome the flood | 
| Of the here and now | 
| Slicing through time in a perfect curve | 
| Due for a moment of energy | 
| Somehow we’ll get what we most deserve; | 
| Melt in the crucible, flesh and blood | 
| Bodies, consumed by the catalyst | 
| Surrender to nothing | 
| Nip the thought in the bud | 
| We are always now | 
| We are Always Now! | 
| If we were always here and now… |