We spoke clearly, truthfully
But now we convey hazes
Delicate blurs brush and stir
Delicate blurs are brushstrokes of words
Ooh
Speaking clearly, gingerly
The murmur of babies, emoting with ease
True like light, like sun
True as two as true as one
Painted strokes of circles
We wind our way around our circus
Words are blurs of faint hue
Delicate stirs around you
Ooh