you can’t say what’s in the air
you can’t take what isn’t there
and there’s a spark between what you see inside
and what somebody else is trying to hide
you break yourself on the passing time
I never wanted to set this light aside
but everything I wanted to say came too late

we stood at the cellar door
no backwards and no forwards
and then I thought about everything you said
from the table at the bar back to the apartment
and I broke myself where the moments bent
I never felt so close to anything I’d dreamt
when everything floated away
into spaces we couldn’t hide inside not even if we tried

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