Sometimes it is hard to say where the songs come from
Especially when there are so many around
The breathing sound is usually just below the gate
It has to be much louder to be heard
All gates open, all gates are open now, songs, music
Sometimes it's hard to say where the songs come from
Especially when there are so many around
The breathing sound just doesn't usually reach the gate
It has to be much louder to be heard

Then the gates, they couldn't say where the beats come from
By the time we realize the way we got to play
All gates are open now, now it seems
Now the music blended with the sounds we play
All gates are open now

Then the gates, they couldn't say where the beats came from
By the time we realize the way we got to play
Now is there any way for you to say where the woman ends
Where the music ends and where the man begins?
All gates are open now for you and for me
How we blend into each other's symphony
And your breathing sound is really beauty
It doesn't seem much softer than the drum