Wake up every morning, looking for you
Searching for your face, in the faces I glimpse
In the bus stop, in the garden path
City centre or some far corner
Every party I go to, every club to dine
In all the forms and colours, and the people I find
Looking for you, searching for you
There I find you, and then I don’t
You seem to be there and yet I miss you
All around me I see your face
Yet I fail to see you for all that I see
O elusive you, the elusive you.
Saguna Nirgun, Nirguna Sagun
Nirguna Sagun, Saguna Nirgun
