I guess that time doesn't pass so quickly,
and I thought that we knew where we were going.
But time and space were our demons; we race,
Neck and neck we bend time.

But what is time?
Do you know where we're going?
Time? Time? You've got no spine.
No spine, no spine. Just keep blowing, wind.
We live as we usually do, spinning.

I hate when you say you don't know,
I hate when you say you won't go.

But I'm sitting here, somewhat scared.
Do you care?
Do you have a feeling to spare?

I guess that silence doesn't say as much as I thought,
and I need you to know that we're toxic; fraught
with littered words and phrases and sentences.
Emotion colouring words and words colouring emotion.
All unheard.

We lost it all I guess.