It’s out there Skulking around Shuffling outside of our door Whispering It beckons us still Tapping away at our

  Every time I walk on by Stroll along your street Can’t believe there’s not a thing in the world

  Since I was young, I knew I’d find you But our love was a song, sung by a dying

Helene Grimaud, Vladimir Jurowski – 2009 – Ravel concerto in G Major – Adagio Assai