I want to stand at the still point of a turning world; neither past nor future; neither from nor towards; To take a rest on the road and take a look into the skies; I want to stand at the still point of our lives. Standing in love, standing in love, we’ll be standing in love next time …. I want to breathe in the moment of a shooting breeze, not to stare down lifetimes where I could have been. To step out of the river and sit and watch the river ride. I want to breathe in the moment of our lives. Standing in love, standing in love, we’ll be standing in love next time …. We burned a hole with our passion and fell right into disaffection … and we didn’t stand in our love. Many times have I seen those eyes and fell into their grace; rushed into a future life just to fall upon my face. So hold onto the moment, like a brandy glass in your hand, look down and see just where you stand, and we’ll be standing in love, we’ll be standing in love next time … We burned a hole with our passion and fell right into disaffection and … we didn’t stand in our love!