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