Remote and resting in a grove
She removed a piece of paper from her pocket
Unfolding what used to be a crane
Just to prove a moment went by without talking
Then, in secret, she hid by the shore
Digging for something more
What lies beyond the curve? I couldn't stand to linger
Slow infinite crawl towards something I "deserve" ...
Regardless of pleasures that she reaps
From wandering, destinations remain disconnected
Because staring out across the lake
Was but a wild distraction from what she neglected
In spite of encountering a lock
Why couldn't I think to knock?
What lies beyond the curve? I couldn't stand to linger
Slow infinite crawl towards somewhere I belong ...
From the quiet, there was the sound of rain
Comes and goes without knowing certain when
From the quiet, there was the sound of rain
Comes and goes without knowing certain when
