the slow ticking
and the words tie fates
when there is nothing
the sweet lying
and the slow surrender
with the background rythms that shape the evening
as we’re lost for words
bought to keep you here
things you asked for
to draw a smile
that mother taught long time ago
this is the same thing
time turning over
we’re the same but with less fear
maybe because we don’t care
to show what’s not there
and laugh when the cue comes in
the brief look, and the touch
that should be different
but in a way so cold
and so you and so me
that i’ll walk away
with the sun and the light
for this is where you stay
once the day’s over
and once time has passed us by.