Before than I met You

I used to be

Like a bee that can not find
its flower

Like a thorn-bird from the
Old Celtic Legend

That can not find its
thorn-tree

I was flying....in the
nowhere....

Not in the sky and not on
the ground;

SOMEWHERE between....

My road didn't have signs

That would take me
anywhere....

I didn't even have a road.

I was flying in the
indefinite.

'Till I met You

It is hard to explain

But yet I'll try....

One day while I was flying

In the indefinite

I have started dropping

Into definite,

I found a road;

A road with the signs on
it....

A bee finished its search

For a flower then;

'Cause it finally has found
one.

A thorn-bird finished its
searching

For a thorn-tree then;

'Cause it finally has found
one.

MY FLIGHT IN THE NOWHERE

BROUGHT ME TO SOMEWHERE;

AND MY FLYING IN THE
INDEFINITE

TURNED INTO FLYING IN
DEFINITE

WHEN I FOUND YOU....