What I find
Will be found easily
And only when I'm not looking for it
Without looking for the morning
In the sunset
It's like this
That my will to live
Hides implied
In my heart beating
Without looking for fulfillment
But just accepting it

Oh? What's this?
Is this my heart
And is it thumping?
Oh my heart
Oh there you are
I'd stopped hunting
I thought you would be as big as a whale
My nets were knit
My harpoons armed
I had my ship sailed
And oh my heart
There you are:
Mouse nest in my hair
Oh my heart
Stowaway
I'd stop looking
Oh sleepy heart
What do you say?
Should we keep thumping?
(yes)