NIVE

Whatever it is gone

It’s gone, it’s gone…

(Off then, off then )

— Ooohhh… OOO!

Gotta handle matters, use the need I’ve been given

Why question what once made sense?

What’s the morning whisper you want?

Your voice, your way, whatever you say

If you don’t want to tell me you need warmth,

Or anytime you need space,

I’ll fetch the stars—just say the word,

And I’ll be there for you.

pwiuuu—pii-piiii—pwiuuu

Piuuuu — pi-pi-pi

PWIUUU fhw fuh Fwh fhu

...pssshhh .

Call me when you can; we both know you’ll let me through

Always here to call, love you for thirty-four seconds—

Yeah, that’s the truth.

Bless you awake, let’s weave this forever

No more tangled threads, just us, together.

(OOOhhhhhh… Ooohhh… OOO!)