| [00:02.43] | Eric's Song |
| [00:03.73] | Vienna Teng |
| [00:05.21] | Waking Hour |
| [00:06.12] | |
| [00:21.31] | strange how you know inside me |
| [00:26.58] | I measure the time and I stand amazed |
| [00:33.44] | strange how I know inside you |
| [00:38.33] | my hand is outstretched toward the damp of the haze |
| [00:43.15] | |
| [00:46.22] | and of course I forgive |
| [00:49.07] | I've seen how you live |
| [00:51.12] | like a phoenix you rise from the ashes |
| [00:56.37] | you pick up the pieces |
| [00:58.58] | and the ghosts in the attic |
| [01:01.21] | they never quite leave |
| [01:06.24] | and of course I forgive |
| [01:08.54] | you've seen how I live |
| [01:10.71] | I've got darkness and fears to appease |
| [01:16.14] | my voices and analogies |
| [01:18.70] | ambitions like ribbons |
| [01:20.97] | worn bright on my sleeve |
| [01:25.81] | |
| [01:26.98] | strange how we know each other |
| [01:30.02] | |
| [01:40.48] | strange how I fit into you |
| [01:45.35] | there's a distance erased with the greatest of ease |
| [01:52.11] | strange how you fit into me |
| [01:57.02] | a gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs |
| [02:02.58] | |
| [02:04.65] | and with each passing day |
| [02:07.04] | the stories we say |
| [02:08.91] | draw us tighter into our addiction |
| [02:14.15] | confirm our conviction |
| [02:16.71] | that some kind of miracle |
| [02:19.47] | passed on our heads |
| [02:24.18] | and how I am sure |
| [02:26.53] | like never before |
| [02:28.54] | of my reasons for defying reason |
| [02:33.73] | embracing the seasons |
| [02:35.98] | we dance through the colors |
| [02:38.39] | both followed and led |
| [02:43.29] | |
| [02:43.81] | strange how we fit each other |
| [02:46.45] | |
| [03:20.76] | strange how certain the journey |
| [03:25.74] | time unfolds the petals for our eyes to see |
| [03:33.03] | strange how this journey's hurting |
| [03:37.98] | in ways we accept as part of fate's decree |
| [03:43.22] | |
| [03:45.38] | so we just hold on fast |
| [03:48.29] | acknowledge the past |
| [03:50.31] | as lessons exquisitely crafted |
| [03:55.37] | painstakingly drafted |
| [03:57.74] | to carve us as instruments |
| [04:00.66] | that play the music of life |
| [04:04.87] | for we don't realize |
| [04:07.55] | our faith in the prize |
| [04:09.86] | unless it's been somehow elusive |
| [04:14.76] | how swiftly we choose it |
| [04:17.42] | the sacred simplicity |
| [04:20.15] | of you at my side |