[Verse 1] There is a current running underneath the days. A morning arriving, a door swinging open, laughter drifting from across the street. I welcome it all. I let it all move. And life keeps carrying life. [Chorus] The current called life carries it all. Joy and sorrow, certainty and wonder, the known and the becoming. And here I am, somewhere inside it, alive. [Verse 2] Some days arrive softly. Some full of weather. A moment opens. Another one follows. And somehow life receives life as it comes. [Bridge] Meaning lives inside the living. A moment becomes another moment. A day becomes a life. And in the quiet, existence keeps saying: Here. Here. Here. [Final Chorus] The current called life carries it all. Every arrival. Every change. Every becoming. And here I am, somewhere inside it, alive. [Outro] Here. Alive. Becoming.
