This is my beginning
This is my happy ending
This is my second coming
What was one
Is not just one thing
There was a tiny feeling
There it was almost nothing
There is lived quietly humming
Waiting for the second coming
Waiting for the second coming
Then I see your face
It's like I'm on your street
And then like a wave
It washes over me
Call it the start of something
Call it a heartstring strumming
Call it a future forming
Will it into becoming
Will it into becoming
Then I see your face
It's like I'm on your street
And then like a wave
It washes over me
Carve out a piece of yourself
Carve out a piece of yourself
And put it away
Then I see your face
It's like I'm on your street
And then like a wave
It washes over me
It washes over me
It washes over me