Every now and then imagine

I that time is on my side

When every other moment flashes

In black and green before my eyes

.

Different colors in people and voices

And an iron grip upon my mind

And every so often I imagine

That space is crushing me line by line

.

With so many things that call on me

So many voices disturbing my peace

I turn from voices in paper forests

I turn from faces in paper trees

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And it's alone, and then I speak

But I can't release my heavy blood

I don't know who might be waiting now

In the air for someone else to come

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I know it's not me – no one has left

And no one is here, and no one comes

Don't look for me in painted scenes

Or listen for me in songs of love

.

Today it's here, tomorrow gone

Their words weren't strong enough to hold it down

Their hands too far away to reach it

Their eyes too delicate to seek it out.