Body

Ofri

Compositor: Ofri Einav

You know me, I'm not one to hide what I think
Words tend to pour out of my mouth with the fervour and pluck of a weed
And the hope that you give me is a steady rhythm
The rise and fall of the Sun and the Moon
Your steady push and pull pulls me close
Keeps me hanging on

Body to hold, soft and slow
Learning the ropes as we go
As we expand hold my hand
Hand me control and show me what you know

Like the tides, the body tends to favour the shore
As sure as the gravity pulling us in and out again
And the fraying edges we’re so afraid of
Entangle us in our frail, human ways
And that heavy magnetism pulls us close
Keeps us hanging on

Body to hold, soft and slow
Learning the ropes as we go
As we expand hold my hand
Hand me control and show me what you know