And Yet
Cécile McLorin Salvant, Paul Sikivie
I know what this is
And yes I know where it goes
And yet the feeling just grows
And so I go where it goes
But slow
And if I go slow
Perhaps escape from the trap
The trap of a heart
That bends in circles and breaks and mends
You know what I know it seems
We're caught in a dead end dream ...
