Intro (sung slowly, almost like a hymn)
The spirit of gratitude shines at the start,
But the shadow of expectation creeps into the heart.
When intimacy enters too early, too fast…
The beauty of wonder is seldom to last.
(music swells — then Verse 1 begins)
Verse 1
A glance in the crowd, and the silence ignites,
Two souls drawn together like moths to the light.
Laughter like rivers, the hours slip away,
A promise unspoken, but felt all the same.
Chorus
A wandering eye, where the wonder begins,
Whispers of love pull you deeper within.
Infatuation burns, feels like the one divine,
But dreams of forever fade out over time.
Intimacy promises, so tender, so sweet,
Yet expectation creeps, and joy takes defeat.
Verse 2
The fire grows brighter, desire takes command,
Yet love writes no contract, no vow in the sand.
What’s freely received starts to feel like a debt,
And the beauty of giving turns fragile with threat.
Chorus
A wandering eye, where the wonder begins,
Whispers of love pull you deeper within.
Infatuation burns, feels like the one divine,
But dreams of forever fade out over time.
Intimacy promises, so tender, so sweet,
Yet expectation creeps, and joy takes defeat.
Bridge
Perhaps it is spirit, perhaps it is flame,
That blesses the start but won’t let it remain.
The cycle keeps turning, the story repeats,
From awe into ashes, from promise to grief.
Chorus
A wandering eye, where the wonder begins,
Whispers of love pull you deeper within.
Infatuation burns, feels like the one divine,
But dreams of forever fade out over time.
Intimacy promises, so tender, so sweet,
Yet expectation creeps… and joy takes defeat.
Outro
A wandering eye…
where the wonder begins.
Metaphysical