New jazz Songtext / Lyric

escaping smoky motions
strings that strum to moments melting
free-floating misty feelings are
things that some find torment telling, but
warm, high, rising are these echoes
no harm to try to find out where they go

restoring old emotions
with a hum accompanying love
enduring undercurrent
that won’t succumb to weight above

and why sigh when breathing can be easy?
no harm to love

why is it such an always state
when censored senses can’t relate to time and place appropriate?
and why is it such a grace debate
slim, winsome glimpses subjugate to old views, base and out of date?

assuming new relations
but it’s so hard to barter with borrowed time
but on go negotiations
gonna ask for what is mine

cuz warm, high, rising are these echoes
no harm to try to find out where they go
and why sigh when breathing can be easy?
no harm to love