| In the here and now… |
| Between sensation at the nerve-ends |
| And arrival of information at the cortex |
| Time elapses |
| So, you see, each time we touch |
| We did so in the past |
| Now, lover |
| Slicing through time in a perfect curve |
| Due for a moment of energy; |
| Somehow we’ll get what we most deserve |
| In the here and now |
| In the here and now |
| Although completely different people |
| In the moments before and after having sex |
| We are time-locked |
| Cracked, forgotten statues, we are strangled in the undergrowth |
| Lost in ancient magic, we are motion, we are wonderful flow |
| We are time-locked |
| Unknowing of the code |
| But addicted to the pulse |
| Now, lover |
| Melt in the crucible, flesh and blood |
| Bodies consumed by the catalyst |
| Somehow we’ll raise our sights from the mud |
| We are always now |
| We are Always Now! |
| If we were always here and now |
| Instead of slightly, now and then… |
| So immaterial, so lost, embracing all the grace |
| That comes before the fall |
| If we were always here and now |
| Electric shiver in the spine |
| How could we turn away, see life as grey and drab? |
| How come we don’t see what we have? |
| If we were always here and now |
| Soul to soul and skin to skin… |
| Is it some kind of make-believe |
| Is it some kind of dream we’re in |
| With a mint copy of original sin? |
| In the here and now |
| Between sensation at the nerve-ends |
| And the arrival of information at the cortex |
| Time elapses |
| Cracked, forgotten statues, we are strangled in the undergrowth; |
| Lying on the mattress of the magic and the wonderful |
| Nothing really matters as we’re sucked in by the undertow… |
| We are Motion, we are Feeling, we are Now! |
| Although completely different people |
| In the moments before and after having sex |
| We are time-locked, we are time-locked… |
| Though we know each time we touch |
| We did so in the past |
| Now come on, come on, lover |
| Slicing through time in a perfect curve |
| Due for a moment of energy… |
| Somehow we’ll get what we most deserve |
| In the here and now |
| Melt in the crucible, flesh and blood |
| Bodies consumed by the catalyst |
| Surrender to nothing, welcome the flood |
| Of the here and now |
| Slicing through time in a perfect curve |
| Due for a moment of energy |
| Somehow we’ll get what we most deserve; |
| Melt in the crucible, flesh and blood |
| Bodies, consumed by the catalyst |
| Surrender to nothing |
| Nip the thought in the bud |
| We are always now |
| We are Always Now! |
| If we were always here and now… |