Beneath the loss of time
Some feelings are blind
Space expands while we get old
And every fossil is a mold
Until we meet in real time
We sour like week old wine
Left over for a thirsty soul
We're free from future goals
Memories live in atoms of stone
Memories live on in my bones
Rivers flood every once in a while
Shifting their bed for a couple of miles
Until we meet in real time
We sour like week old wine
Left over for a thirsty soul
We're free from future goals
Traces in the sand, the sky was blue
The waves wipe out what was never true
Good intentions washed on the shore
Swarming with flies looking for more
Until we meet in real time
We sour like week old wine
Left over for a thirsty soul
Free from future goals
