There's a silence and then there's a sound

A collective consciousness hits the ground

From her being to the tips of her fingers

From his insides to the edge of his lips

They intertwine and off they go

Like waves caressing the land

And watching all their feelings flow

I think to myself 'how much of this was planned'

One foot leads and the other obeys

No two hands know what music they play

Somewhere in-between the mind and mechanics

On the bridge between what was and what can be

Her instincts penetrate the space

Results are written in the sand

You try to scan a stranger's face

And think to yourself 'how much of this was planned'

Players waiting their turn in the shadows

Trying to translate all the murmur and babble

From her giggle when she conquers the mayhem

To the stories barely there until they play them

She reads the room like holy braille

A chart fresh-scribbled on his hand

And as they slide across the scale

You think to yourself 'how much of this was planned'

Just a glance or a statement of purpose

The insipid room erupts like a circus

This commotion's her preferred way to travel

It's the safest way for his darkness to unravel

Alone, in front of everyone

Imploding, just like a band

And when the chaos comes undone

It's anyone's guess how much of this was planned

Bodies touch and their hearts speak their minds

Moaning with delight in impeccable time

Singing words she never would be heard saying

The impossible secret messages he's relaying

She needs to reinvent the wheel at every single turn

He wants to rearrange the world and also watch it burn

This love they make is love they'll never ever make again

And as the here dissolves, the now becomes a ghost

And none of us can ever know how much of this was planned