The first time I saw your face, I wondered
If it was real or if it was clay.
And how could a deity be so inspired
To forge something he’ll never touch?
You’re just like a mathematical Sunday —
Calculated and prepared for.
Since they built an altar to you, you think he’s jealous
Of your unfair proximity?
I know I’ve been waiting around in another time,
A world static and green.
I know I’ve been waiting around in another time…
Our spoken words on a chalkboard that I’ve erased but traces I still see.
If I ever walk your way, will you bother
To bare your teeth in harmony?
It’s like the land’s suspended underwater
With doors and windows floating past.
My heart carries a lot of weight: you’re the anchor
That drags and trips my stumbling feet.
And if I ever can escape… who am I kidding?
The brain’s a yo-yo with many strings.
I know I’ve been waiting around on another time,
Where hands will freeze like heat.
I know I’ve been waiting around on another time.
A war-time shock of broken clocks that melt into a heavily glued dream.
Like the force that molded you, I’ve retired
To stoic observation points.
If you were to cross my line of vision,
I hope I’d jump down from my mountain,
stably land, but I’d probably just stand there,
because I’ve forgotten how to talk to you.