\"It's so beautiful here,\" she says, \"This moment now and this moment, now.\" And I thought I would find her here: Flannel satin, my four walls transformed. But she's looking at me, straight to center, No room at all for any other thought.
And know I don't want this, oh, I swear I don't want this. There's a reason not to want this but I forgot.
In the terminal she on my shoulder, Hair falling forward, mouth all askew. Fluorescent announcements beat their wings overhead: \"Passengers missing, we're for you.\" And she through the noise, her weight against me, Face pressed into the corduroy grooves.
Maybe it means nothing, maybe it means nothing, Maybe it means nothing, I'm afraid to move.
And the words: they're everything and nothing. want to search for her in the offhand remarks. Who are you, taking coffee, no sugar? Who are you, echoing street signs? Who are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover, Dark curtains drawn the passage of time?
Oh, words, rain, how sweet the sound. \"Well anyway,\" she says, \"I'll see you around...\"