Lisa Ekdahl | Give Me That Slow Knowing Smile

I’m on my hands and knees
searching every corner for my lost heart and soul
Hear me begging please
I’m searching every corner for my lost heart and soul

Now give me that Slow knowing smile
Like someone who may know their way
Give me that Slow knowing smile
That may make wanna say hey hey hey hey
Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly
Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly

I tell you what I do
I’m searching every corner for what I know is mine
I tell you what is true
My heart and my soul is what I need to find

Give me that Slow knowing smile
Like someone who knows where to go
Give me that Slow knowing smile
That may make me wanna say oh oh oh oh

Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly
Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly

Give it to me
Slowly
Give me that
Slow knowing smile

Peter Hammill | The Birds

Spring came far too early this year:
May flowers blooming in February.
Should I be sad for the month,
or glad for the sky?
The birds don’t know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.

Two days ago, a girl I truly thought I loved
suddenly didn’t seem to matter at all.
Should I sing sad farewell to things
I’m really glad I’ve left behind?
The birds don’t know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.

In another day, heavy snow will lie upon the ground
and buds prematurely bloomed shall fail;
and every creature living now,
then will surely die…
The birds don’t know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.
The birds don’t know if it’s time yet to fly;
they don’t know which way to go
and, my friend,
neither do I.