Wood Wheel

Doubt six floors above the ground When I leave, are you gone? The cold will cradle your descent But I don't really care for the sentiment Boy, this pounding in my head wasn't here before Mark the passage of our meals By your turn, by your hum Now we sit and dine alone Just like when we were young Boy, this pounding in my head wasn't here before We age and grow tired of things as they age Time passed, the story changed And we were never here before Never here before, never here, never here I since saw you in a dream, you were a pool and I was swimming