Intimate Exchange Songtext
von Michaela Betts

You were unique in your approach
I didn′t notice you at first
You quiet manner, black jeans and hair
Not the type I'd usually go for

You spoke with an accent I couldn′t place
That echoed of a city you once lived
All you owned was in your car
Two speakers and a guitar

We had an intimate exchange
I felt you coming into range
Was it fate or was it chance
You weren't looking for romance

I had a lot of things to share
My loneliness and cigarettes
As you held me in your gaze
In an intimate exchange


You had a flat in Muswell Hill
One room, and not much furniture
Your needs were simple but complex
We both had lovers from the past

We shared a love of history
Abandoned buildings and museums
You played me songs that you'd composed
And I was moved beyond words

We had an intimate exchange
I felt you coming into range
Was it fate or was it chance
I wasn′t looking for romance

You had a lot of things to share
Your loneliness and cigarettes
As I held you in my gaze
In an intimate exchange

Words like rivers that speak so softly
Drifting dreamers that wake with acuity
Sharing the lessons, re-reading the letters
Recounting the hours of an intimate exchange

We had an intimate exchange
Change of life in many ways
Our intimate exchange