Turning

Rerun, feed the young one a fire
First look, never lost
Older
Take a lover, a finder
Hold on, like a cross
Mastered an arc
You are
I know
Mastered an arc
You are
I know
Quick touch
Distract us from our feet
Married, catch the alarm
Quick touch
Feel it slipping, a while
Dig in for your part
Turning in the fog
Mastered an arc
You are
I know
Mastered an arc
You are
I know
(Touch, touch, touch)
Turning
Turning
Turning
Turning in the fog
Turning
Turning
Turning
Turning