I never thought the rhythm changedUntil your voice became the beat,And all the paths I walked aloneLed straight to where our shadows meet.
I never thought—but now I know,The best of things are never planned;They arrive like waves, like Cocosa,And leave their gold upon the sand. Cocosa i never thought
How would you like to —should we make it more romantic , mysterious , or perhaps a bit playful ? I never thought the rhythm changedUntil your voice