Still, still, still, still

Days so frightfully still I forget to breathe

But I think of you and I can taste the air again

And know that it's real...

But...

Days, hours, minutes, seconds

If we take away the clock,

Are they even real?

Are you even real?

Am I?

If I reach out to touch you...

Will you be there waiting?

Or has time enslaved you, too?

Don't fret, don't fret...

Time is nothing, love...

...Or is it you,

who is nothing?

But if you are nothing, am I not nothing too?

Well, love,

if we are truly nothing

Then let's be nothing,

together

because if we're nothing together,

then it must be something…

somewhere.