[male
vocals] (
Soft
acoustic
guitar
strumming)
Yeah,
yeah
Just
a
simple
melody
for
you
Prisca,
listen
close
I
walk
down
the
street
where
the
shadows
play
Just
thinking
of
the
words
I
meant
to
say
The
sun
is
high
but
the
wind
is
cool
Acting
like
a
man
who
learned
the
golden
rule
You
cross
my
mind
like
a
gentle
breeze
Bringing
my
heavy
heart
down
to
its
knees
It
isn't
passion,
it
isn't
fire
tonight
Just
a
steady
feeling
that
everything
is
right
I
see
the
way
you
move
across
the
room
Dispelling
every
bit
of
winter
gloom
No
crazy
promises
or
heavy
weight
Just
the
simple
beauty
of
a
twist
of
fate
Oh
Prisca,
you’
re
the
steady
light
Walking
through
the
day
and
through
the
night
It’
s
a
quiet
rhythm,
a
simple
song
Where
everything
feels
like
it
belongs
No
rushing
forward,
no
looking
back
Just
staying
steady
on
this
golden
track
Prisca,
you’
re
the
calm
I
need
A
quiet
harvest
from
a
planted
seed
We
talk
about
the
weather,
we
talk
about
the
day
Watching
all
the
busy
moments
fade
away
There’
s
comfort
in
the
silence
that
we
share
A
lack
of
tension
hanging
in
the
air
I
see
you
laughing
at
a
simple
joke
Watching
as
the
morning
mist
begins
to
soak
Into
the
garden
where
the
flowers
grow
Taking
it
steady,
taking
it
slow
It’
s
not
a
fever,
it’
s
not
a
dream
It’
s
just
floating
gently
down
the
stream
Your
name
is
easy
like
a
Sunday
prayer
Just
knowing
that
you’
re
truly
standing
there
Oh
Prisca,
you’
re
the
steady
light
Walking
through
the
day
and
through
the
night
It’
s
a
quiet
rhythm,
a
simple
song
Where
everything
feels
like
it
belongs
No
rushing
forward,
no
looking
back
Just
staying
steady
on
this
golden
track
Prisca,
you’
re
the
calm
I
need
A
quiet
harvest
from
a
planted
seed
And
if
the
world
turns
upside
down
We
keep
our
feet
upon
the
solid
ground
No
need
to
chase
the
fading
stars
We’
re
happy
right
exactly
where
we
are
It’
s
steady,
it’
s
balanced,
it’
s
true
Just
me
and
the
feeling
of
knowing
you
Oh
Prisca,
you’
re
the
steady
light
Walking
through
the
day
and
through
the
night
It’
s
a
quiet
rhythm,
a
simple
song
Where
everything
feels
like
it
belongs
No
rushing
forward,
no
looking
back
Just
staying
steady
on
this
golden
track
Prisca,
you’
re
the
calm
I
need
A
quiet
harvest
from
a
planted
seed
Yeah,
just
steady
Prisca
It’
s
a
good
day
Just
a
simple
melody (
Fading
acoustic
guitar)
Everything
is
just
right