I came to in our empty room

Strange like a stranger’s, as if we’d already moved

And folded the sheets and the fantasies

Who knew what a bachelor basement could manage to hold in its teeth?

We were happy here and we were all the rest

Hot tears in anger, yes, hot tears in tenderness

I guess the dream I had wasn’t big enough

Wasn’t big enough for all this

I don’t know what we left

I don’t know what it meant

I don’t know what’s coming next

But it’s good, it’s just good

It’s just good to be moving again

I drove east until the sun appeared

Red like a memory, as if we were already here

In the weirdest light, it felt like an omen

Turned out it was forest fires and all this pink coloured smoke blowing in

Is this the year of our waking up?

Of our waking up?

Cause the dream cannot fit all the details in it

They’re too real, too rich, all the teeth in your kiss

So much height, so much depth, swings so wide you get sick

But it’s not what we left

It’s not even what it is

It’s just what it’s becoming

Yeah and it’s good, yeah it’s good

It’s good to be moving again

Like a dancer, with no drink in my hand

Like a youngster, when they cut off my cast

Like an eagle, just leaving my branch

Yeah I can feel it, and it’s good to be moving again

It’s good to be moving, it’s good to be moving again