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