Like the ear for music
That never rusts
Like the longing for the raindrops
That never dries
And like the habit of an instinct
That turns right over and over again
The heart knows
That the Abandonment is near
Oh Lord, why do I not know myself...!
That never rusts
Like the longing for the raindrops
That never dries
And like the habit of an instinct
That turns right over and over again
The heart knows
That the Abandonment is near
Oh Lord, why do I not know myself...!
