If I have strings they play trembling
if I worry it is exposed a bit
If I have love in me it will be said quietly
if I have roots they become deeper
You see how I tremble for a minute
the wind often changes directions
We tried to leave but I know
we stay together one year after the other
The sun draws lines of lights
on the walls in your room
Every morning I gather for you
small details small joys of a weekday
Are you answering me?
Are you hearing the same tick of my watch in your ear?
May be you listen may be you are just like me
I can see the reflection of my face in yours
If I have strings they play trembling
if I worry it is exposed a bit
If I have love in me it will be said quietly
if I have roots they become deeper
This weekday is a day with grace
and lines are written to you
Take my hand now reconcile with me
at this weekday our paths cross