It's not a place
It's a yearning
It's not a race
It's a journey

It's not an act
It's attraction
It's not a style
It's an action

It's a dream for the waking
It's a flower touched by flame
It's a gift for the giving
It's a power with a hundred names

Surge of energy, spark of inspiration
The breath of love is electricity
Maybe Time is a bird in flight
Endlessly mocking
Here [bad word] out of the cradle
Endlessly rocking
Endlessly rocking

It's the hand
That rocks the cradle
It's the motion
That swings the sky

It's method on the edge of madness 
It's a balance on the edge of a knife
It's a smile on the edge of sadness
It's a dance on the edge of life

Surge of energy, spark of inspiration
The breath of love is electricity
Here [bad word] out of the cradle
Endlessly rocking
Endlessly rocking

Surge of energy, spark of inspiration
The breath of love is electricity
Maybe Time is a bird in flight
Endlessly mocking
Here [bad word] out of the cradle
Endlessly rocking
Endlessly rocking