Wavering Hearth

Five steps forward,

two steps back

Swaying on an uneven track

We map the lines

along the floor

But we don't count the steps no more (mmm-hmm)

And the road is bending

slightly out of view

But I am leaning,

leaning into you

Oh,

let the pocket swing us wide

We find our footing side by side

In the lopsided light,

we hold on tight

(yeah, we hold on)

A cracked-open sky

begins to clear

The lopsided rhythm drawing near

We trace the circle

till it breaks

Savoring the space it makes

Oh, let the pocket swing us wide

We find our footing side by side

In the lopsided light,

we hold on tight

Side by side... In the lopsided light... (mmmmm)