A strange form of life kicking through windows, rolling on yards   Heading in loved ones, triggering odds   A strange one      And a hard way to come into a cabin, into the weather   Into a path walking together   A hard one      And the softest lips ever, twenty-five years of waiting to kiss them   Smiling and waiting to bend down and kiss twice   The softest lips      And a dark little room across the nation, you found myself racing   Forgetting the strange and the hard and the soft kiss   In the dark room      And a strange form of life kicking through windows, rolling on yards   Heading in loved ones, triggering odds   A strange one