In-Between (Art Doesn't Need a Reason)

Maybe if you caress my soul with your words it'll be alright.
It'll be alright.
Maybe if we say all will be well it be alright
It'll be alright.
It'll be alright.
I don't know what the moon holds but I know that your smile holds stars in align
In time.
In time.

Tell me there's a dance in tune with this song.
Tell me that this dirt is made for romance.
Tell me that all will be well
In time.
In time.

(A samba is a sad excuse for a love song
And your hands still breathe into mine
Day after day.)

What are we clinging to?
One another, for fear that we will fall and burn
Into the sun
(In time.
In time.)