Start & Pause

The tight lipped fever found her way again with one embrace

A rapid pulse could give it away

And she'll move on to where

We must have been millenniums ahead of comprehending

Synchronized time collapsing and she'll move on

With foreheads numb we move to feel

And set the clocks aside

We move to synchronize in stares, in start and pause

Oh my God we were not intended for this tight lipped fever that found her way again

Tongues explode in our archaic demise

Time forgave everything within her to discover disguise

A convenient lapse of a memory