When the sun comes up, I can see that you’re not herenAnd the whole world stopsnBut the wind-up bird keeps winding up its spring…nAnd the days go by and you don’t come backnBut I know you willnBecause there’s something pulling both of us: back and forth, up and down, all around, in and out of lovenAnd I’ve been holding on, holding on for so long that I can’t let you gonnEven when we’re apart I can feel you next to menThere’s a hidden love connecting us like voices on a stringnnAt the bottom of the well, in the middle of the day, you’re the passing sunlightnStay with me, don’t go awaynI can hear your voice, cutting through the wirenIt’s the silver spark connecting us and pulling me: back and forth, up and down, all around, in and out of lovenAnd I’ve been holding on, holding on for so long that I can’t let you gonnEven when we’re apart I can feel you next to menThere’s a hidden love connecting us like voices on a stringnEven when I’m alone, I can tell you’re with menThere’s a hidden love connecting us, and I’m holding on, holding on by a stringnnBack and forth, up and down, in and out, all aroundnBack and forth, up and down, in and out, all around this lovennEven when we’re apart I can feel you next to menThere’s a hidden love connecting usnI’m holding on, holding on by a string