The stalactite was a lonely little thing,
with a
drip
drip
drip
it would sing.
Feeling itself, slowly growing downwards,
longing for union,
but never knowing, if seed was sowing.
The stalagmite was a lonely little thing,
with a
splash
splash
splash
it would sing.
Feeling itself, slowly growing
upwards,
longing for union,
but never knowing,
just keeping faith
In growing.
Song - Inxs, Two world's colliding.