I shall be as your heart and beat silently for you,
I shall not fail for fear that you might suffer,
I shall be as one would think it good to be.
The splitting of the morning light,
Will send us forth into different worlds,
But I shall be your breath and live for you,
I shall not cease for fear that you might fade,
I shall be as one would think it good to be.
And so you are the air and I am the wind,
For you are not, without me,
And I am deathly still without you,
Fear not for I shall move you
And you shall be moved by me,
And I shall be as one would think it good to be.