I've a present to give you
When we finally figure it out
Funny, that we still haven't figured it out
How we still turn in circles
In the veil that disguises one flesh from the other
We were but reflection
Of rooms that hold echoes across the divide
Of rooms with a ragged interior
We hid under the lavender meadows
And pulled back infinite curtain
But windy, as the moon changes, our love was nothing
And God, just to feel you
And maybe we'll figure it out
And then I can give you my letter
Scatter the glass in the hallway
Call across rooms with the echo
