And hands brushing
The entrance and the exit
When suddenly everything tilts
The screens we smash
The private and the world
And the wind in the branches
For someone around
Passersby to tell it
What time it is now
Dreams taking on water
The private and the world
Hands letting go
The heart beating no more
Like on the first mornings
The falls that insist
The victories we snatch
And the words we keep
Then to be with your own
Because everything spins out
The violence of borders
Feeling everything collapse
And your eyes in mine
The private and the world
The private and the world
And hands brushing