If I could trace the lines that ran
Between your smile and your sleight of hand,
I would guess that you put something up my sleeve.
Now every time I see your face, the bells ring in a far-off place,
We can find each other this way I believe.
As my life spills into yours,
Changing with the hours
Filling up the world with time,
Turning time to flowers,
I can show you all the songs
That I never sang to one man before.
Text 1 : Excerpt, ‘Come and Find Me,’ Josh Ritter (2001)
Text 2 : Excerpt, ‘Since You’ve Asked,’ Judy Collins (1967)
Image : Unknown (early 20th c.)