The autumn leaves are pressed against the glass
A quiet record of the months that pass
I'm tracing circles on a dusty map
Leftover embers falling in my lap
You left your silver ring beside the sink
And I am stranded on the edge of what I think
I watch the early fog begin to rise
Reflecting amber in your tired eyes
We found a wavelength that was ours to keep
A heavy anchor when the ocean's deep
No need for heavy words or grand designs
Just two isotopes crossing all the lines
And every second is a fragile thread
Spinning the sentences we never said
And we are drifting through the morning haze
Escaping corners of a frozen maze
With a vibration that can heal the dust
Rebuilding structures out of old mistrust
Suspended softly in a vacuum space
Where gravity can never find our place
I keep your postcard from that northern town
A simple compass when my world goes down
We are the architecture of a quiet dream
Flowing together like a hidden stream
I'll be the shelter for the steps you take
We are the signal in the silent air
A perfect symmetry beyond compare
And we are drifting through the morning haze
Escaping corners of a frozen maze
With a vibration that can heal the dust
Rebuilding structures out of old mistrust
Suspended softly in a vacuum space
Where gravity can never find our place
Drifting through
The morning haze
Our own place